Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26046797-20161207051636/@comment-33008190-20170125023826

(Oh ok good)

Spirit rises hisoaw and sticks it on his back. Tracing down his spine: the whispers of a skeleton. The bumps and ridges and dimples that mar his bones. The feeling Od eath being so close, and yet so far away. He can almost taste it. Death intrigues him.

Almost as much as the cats who lie outside the Syndicate in anger and vengeance.