Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190404161913/@comment-32932951-20190406132612

Ghiaccio couldn't smell blood...But he could sure see it.

"A small traill of blood?! Who does it belong to?! Did some morno cut their self on accident and decided to call it a day?! A dinobite?! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!"

Ghiaccio stomped on a patch of grass with a few droplets of the blood on it.

"But-Ghiaccio bit his lip-, I can't throw ignore that this trail might but belong to one of the crew. Tch, it's probably Pesci."

Ghiaccip cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted at the top of his lungs/

"PESCI!!! PESCI WHERE ARE YOU?! DID YOU HURT YOURSELF?! TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE DAMN IT!"