Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26872802-20150509235844/@comment-26872802-20150510011651

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He wore a hooded cloak while riding his own stallion, harshly clenching a whip with his right hand. A grin was plastered onto his face, not showing happiness, but almost a cold smile that showed brutality and rage that did not dare come out. Men marched next to the trotting horse, all seeming almost lifeless in a way, as though their hearts were ripped out and left to rot.