Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180312030447

Tirush listens, and as the details emerge, her pupils dilate and her ears flatten. The pounding of her fiery heart becomes a rhythm of rage in the Vampire Lord's ears, and he can smell the swelling anger that rushes to the surface, unfettered. Her lips curl back, baring knifelike fangs. She drops to the ground below, drawing herself to her full height.

"Kidnapped? KIDNAPPED?!"

The words shake the hall. The barest thread of her remaining civility keeps her from shattering the windows and deafening residents with her roar.

But Armata knows what primeval well has been tapped in her psyche. A continuous, subsonic rumble punctuates her words, and he can feel the primal energies behind them.

"Who dares? Who dares?  Who are these d'lönnh-hokhrun?  They are dead prey, walking the earth!  Tell me what you know, tell me where they may be, that I may find them, and bring upon them a Fire that has not been seen!  I shall rend them, and the crack of their bones shall be the song on which the wailing of their kin shall be heard!"

She paces back and forth, watching him, her tail swirling behind her.