Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20141211192639/@comment-26949724-20150224035237

(Marked. I'll start roleplaying as soon as I finish up the OC I'm using. But for now...)

A small black figure in the corner, one that could be easily mistaken for a misplaced shadow, finally spoke out.

Isila screamed the way one would when tortured. She grasped the wall, nails starting to dig through the walls in an attempt to, well- not die.

She really, really REALLY wanted to put down Grimm by muting him and turning him into a toad, or asking her dad to steady Grimm. But she knew that wouldn't work, and the pain grew stronger with each defiant thought.

"Why choose us?" Is groaned, feeling a twinge of exhaustion. "Why- why not Hallie, or Amaree, or, well, anyone besides us?"