Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-26517142-20170608080615

Alcamarie laughs with a mocking grin toward the armored warrior. There was an amused light in her eyes, perhaps after seeing him fighting with his inner demons. She licked her lips with a smack.



''Why fight it? You know it all too well. It’ s not all the time that you have to put up with the farce of hiding what you are capable of. Inside… you are a maddened lion waiting to pounce. And there'… .that Vampire'…. HE is your prey. Had he not always been?''

 

The tentacles crawl on his armor, leaving a shuddering feeling on his skin underneath. It was funny, for although he wore

 

''Slay him'… and maybe'… ..just maybe, a load off your weakened form will appear as saving grace. It should be easy. He comes to you now in kindness. Strike him, while he thinks you are harmless. Gut him. Rend him. Wipe his existence from the face of this cursed land. ''

 

… .Then die with him.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Alcamarie laughs cruelly. ''Ah! Some champion, you are. Falling this far from grace<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif;mso-ascii-font-family:"DroidSans"">…. Seeking solace this way? You are PATHETIC.''

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