Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-28358106-20180702003555

Tirush pauses in her licking to speak one word.

"...Prey..."

Slowly, she hands the little girl back to Imperia. She rises and turns simultaneously, pivoting to meet her enemy. She stands in front of the open cell, placing herself between the voice and the prisoners. Her voice is deep, edged by a rumble that reverberate the walls---the still-burning ring of liquid flame above them flares, shimmering and waving violently as if fed by some unknown force.

".''..You are the flesh between my teeth, the blood upon my lips.  Tonight I drink from the vessel of your black heart, and my children shall lap the marrow from your bones.  You are ash, groundling worm, and your fire is weak, to have to harm a child..." ''