Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171024033731/@comment-26288702-20171029055817

Armata stares blankly at the edge of the forest, the wind catching his cloak slightly and gently moving it about. Dead leafs that lay upon the ground tumble past his feet as they are involuntarily swept by the wind's will. The breeze directs him headlong into the greenery, which he then abides. Right foot first, then the left, he strides like a crimson specter into the forest. To some watching, it is a breath taking sight, his movements though familiar to a human, seem distant and otherworldly, as if he walked a plain of existence they could not see.

His eyes are keen to a level no one would believe, they scan everything up to several miles. Even in the dense green thick of trees and brush, he sees the life force of the participants. In his eyes they are a stiletto of the mortal figure, but their veins and heart highlighted by the blood that courses through them. He marks a small group of the blue team and moves toward them. They plot and scheme in the thick of the forest, unbeknownst that a Lord, a Vampire, is descending upon them. An apex predator, one that has perfected his skills over thousands of years of hunts on lesser and greater beings alike. Armata's determination to strike fear in the hearts of the weak and intimidation in the strong was apparent.

His only goal, to meet Tirush and Hound in glorious battle, and decimate the expectations of all who watch.