Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171024033731/@comment-26288702-20171102033636

(S9/Funhouse) "No, not 'Ricky', dear boy. Armata De'Sange is my name. Although it doesn't really matter what you call me, time to put end to your little game..." Armata's stiletto vanishes right before the young man's eyes. The teen then feels the hair on the back of his neck stand up as an icee chill runs up his spin. Armata stands behind the boy and leans in mere inches from the boy's ear.

"Now, scream for me..." Armata's cloak wraps around the boy like an anaconda and completely shrouds him in crimson. The Vampire grabs hold of the cloak and drags the boy off into the shadows, his blood curdling screams silenced as he melds into the darkness with Armata.