Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-27550231-20190601023249

The avatar placed her opposite hand on her brother's neck forcing him back to the ground, everywhere her hands landed rotting away in hot ichor.

"I was not asking dearest brother. You will come with me be it battered, broken or just your head. It is the only way I can protect you. It is the only way I shall know no permanent harm will come of you."

Despite her frail and slender appearance the avatar had strength. Despite her weakened status she was no pushover. She was ready to do what she was necessary. She was ready to absorb him should she need to.