Board Thread:Art, Stories and Songs/@comment-25588272-20151022182230

.*Loka, after walking in the forest for a while, sits down on a rock.*

Loka: ...No es malo aquí... Es pacífico.

.*She looks around at her surroundings. Just a peaceful forest. She wonders why Loko didn't want her to go here.*

Loka: ...No hay tiempo que perder. Loko está cerca de aquí.

.*Loka gets back up, and starts walking again, when out of nowhere, out of the corner of her eye, she sees something charging straight at her.*

(As always, P.R.O.B. is ready to translate for anyone who wants it translated.) 