Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180613215033

"No, we will not fight," Tirush says, her eyes returning his stare. "You will struggle, and I shall slaughter. A pale lordling who, after a hundred lifetimes, cannot stop his greatest enemy the Iejir, has no chance against me."

She turns and walks back to her rock perch, climbing atop it once more, but not before glancing at Barnabus as she passes him.

"I am prepared. The only reason I have not done this myself is because you have asked patience of me."

Her tone carries an edge of sarcasm as she settles onto her perch. Whipping a wing open, she begins to lick the scratches on its membrane, spitting out the fur that comes off every so often.