Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160927233204/@comment-26517142-20161124031014

" I believe you refuse to see the meaning of my words, you sorry hound of that scaled freak."

The Mollusk King suddenly lifts his hand and slams Cire by the hem of his collar on a wall. Maria Makiling roars pleas behind him. "STOP! Do not harm him!'

"YOUR DEMEANOR IS AN INSULT. You think that you're that decadent, that you're free to torment the so-called King of NeoOz without restraint, and all those who are within your coils. But once a power beyond yours appears, you're just like any other snake in the grass. AREN'T YOU? "

Mol throws him across the littered floor. He cares not what Cire glares at him. " Fine. " He props a foot against a free chair. "If you do seem like you don't care, will you abandon this chap once you discover that you are the barnacle under his skin? The true source of his inner misery? YOU, CIRE HOMINAC, a bane to Jeiel Mathantom Uriel Viridoma Yozama? DO you think you have the right to be his ally? OR WILL YOU, like a snake, SHY AWAY?"