Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191201210530

@Hound

"Oh no, no, dog. The lamb shares the guilt of indulging in this fallacy of yours. This betrayal of our kind for one whom butchered countless of our kin. To join hands with creature who gourged itself with our dead brethren. But, you believe otherwise. That is what you presume. Very well..." More shackles pounce from the ground, piercing the roof and its surroundings. WIth a simple gesture, many more fell.

Fell upon her.

Shackles near her waist. Shackles near her head. Her throat, her hands, her legs. They all move to bind the ground beneath her with an infernal rattling.

They pounce deep, deep in the earth. Only to they begin pulling upward to the ceiling. All under his clenched hand, moving the chains to his whim.

Moans...ancient moans and growls, ever faint, closer in decibels "Can you smell it, dog? The scent of our dead, musked on your ancestral presence".