Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170609225054/@comment-26288702-20170612153417

Imperia looks at the pair in shock. Her eyes narrow, but not out of anger or hostility, she is scanning. Her keen vampiric eyes comb over Marcus and then she smiles.

Imperia:"Ah yes, I see now. Your demonic energy is all over him. My apologies Cyndwella, I did not mean to give the wrong impression. I was simply defusing the situation that was brewing back there. I'd prefer my Lord and Marcus to behave themselves today. We must show respect to the Lord Of Snakes and not ruin his wedding, wouldn't you agree?"

Meanwhile, Armata looks at the giant man's hand and then shifts his eyes to the giant himself. The Vampires expression is difficult to read, a mixture of annoyance and frustration. He does not return the offered handshake, but instead speaks.

Armata:"Better circumstances for you, yes. For me, not so much. Surrounded by insects..." He looks at a growling Kittycut. "With attitude. If you are search of talk, go speak to my advisor Imperia. She revels in talk."

The Vampire strolls pats, smirking arrogantly at Kittycut as he does. He moves away from the crowd and seats himself in a secluded spot in the cathedral. He sits down in a seat tucked into the corner of the massive hall by a window. Sunlight beams through the window and casts the window's shape upon the table. Quietly, he watches as people start to take their seats.