Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20180919023010

Armata looks up to the sky to swarms of Lesser Vampires beginning to search for prey, with a sneer he agrees. Like a crimson blur he shifts and darts from place in the forest, grabbing ever splint and stick that fit Jorge’s request. With an arm full of pieces of wood to choose from, Armata returns to Jorge and sets the collection upon the ground. Meanwhile Imperia tears off the remains of the dress to her once elegant outfit and hands it over.