Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-24038939-20151002205229/@comment-27039035-20151003004551

( Mind if I join? I haven't role-played in awhile, though. Sorry if I'm a little rusty. :) ) It was dead. She knew that much.Its head was bent at an odd angle and its eyes stared blankly ahead. She saw its mouth hanging ajar, too, and wondered what it was thinking in those last moments. Maybe nothing at all.               Sundance shook her head, the thought evaporating. There was no time to dwell on such things, especially about prey. She picked up the mouses body and headed towards camp. Although the kill was sloppy, she was proud of herself for bringing home food for the clan. Sure, it was no feast for kings, but her mouse would fill someones belly. And, if no one wanted it, she could always have a mid-morning- . . .  "What's that?" She emerged from the nearby undergrowth, staring wide-eyed at the "thing". Her mouth hung open; the mouse rested on the ground beneath her, cold. Not that it mattered; she wasn't hungry anymore. Her stomach felt queasy just from looking at "it". "Here, I'll get leaves." Sundance disappeared, only to return a few minutes later with a mouthful of them. She walked over to Jetclaw, careful to sidestep the "thing," and handed them over. ". . . And here I thought my day was going to be normal."