Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27669385-20170105235307/@comment-27039035-20170116191103

Roscoe said nothing. Instead, he walked over to the cliffedge and gazed down. Diabolos was a black speck on the ground. The black wolves body had been impaled by a piece of wood, and was still spasming for a moment before it went still. "Don't thank me," Roscoe whimpered, looking away because he couldn't bare the sight. "I k-killed someone." A tear dripped down his face. "I became a healer to save people."