Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20181116030320/@comment-27344811-20181116205758

“Yeah, I live in a tree.” He floats over to a cabinet. “Good news; you can make your own syrup. Bad news.” He opens the cabinet.

“I’ve got too much syrup.” He says as the wave of maple syrup bottles spills out.

From between the trees are glowing red eyes, and soon the figure can be seen. It is all shadowed, with a red outline, and cold emanates from her. That’s right; her. This part of the forest is just on the edge of her territory, and she doesn’t like trespassers.