Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171024033731/@comment-31049256-20171031062532

(Doc, T) Lilrava looks around, "A slime queen?"

Her mind races with thoughts from her father's line, but none have had much success against them if they battled one at all.

The girl groans, feeling a bit of anxiety rise as she realizes she is in a spot...

...until she hears a dark whisper, one from a separate half of her focused mind.

It is the whispers of her mothers line, the words of the Dark elven Warchiefs. She resists them briefly, but her very blood forces her to listen.

She sees the memories, they have experience battling many variety of mamono for husbands, making them submit with their wills as well as great spells and grace on par with her fathers line if not slightly more strong than lithe.

She holds her hands together, then opens them to allow a fireball to grow within it.

The slimes crawl closer and closer, seeing only the slight glow of the flame as the smoke bomb fades. By the time they realize what she is doing it is too late.

From above Tirush can see the whips of magical fire shoot from the orb and caress the slime queen bodies, the fire not harming them, but instead giving great pleasure. The whip quickly begins to ensnare them in a knot befitting the dark elven lineage, much to the loathing of Lilrava.

Tirush can also see Lilrava, though she looks slightly different. Her cloths, originally very lose and breathable looking, are now snug against her like a catsuit, and a look of displeasure is plastered on her face.