Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27120173-20170715043004/@comment-26892768-20170716163723

Eliza sighs. "Ah...the smell of fresh blood..."

"You're telling me, boss. All I can smell is this...thing; like someone threw a dead skunk and some onions in a blender!" Albus pinches his nose. "Seriously, what is that smell?"

Eliza then notices Fonnie. "I think I found it."

Eliza's shoes and feet shift into blood and propel her towards Fonnie, Horace and Albus following close behind.