Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-26288702-20160826225540

Standing on the side lines, arms folded, the Vampire watches intently as the Shoggoth bellows out. He then strolls over to Deidre, his coat flowing in the howling wind caused by the massive monstrosity. He stops just shy of Deidre. She looks up to see Vampire staring down at her, his face in shadow from the trees above, his golden eyes pierce through.

Armata:"Well now, you seem to be in rough shape."