Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25681121-20170427111713/@comment-26120744-20170430171134

Marcus the weed watches Rose and Bobby with envy.

He wilts more.

What am I but a parasite? He asked himself silently. ''A creature that must prey upon the weak for mere survival. I am no villain, no savage, but necessity compels me. Should I simply let go. To die, to sleep, to let the more beautiful ones prosper? It would be a noble sacrifice...''

In the back of his mind he knew he'd have to feed eventually. Water and sun sufficed for now, but it was malnourishment.