Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170919032125/@comment-26288702-20171018004037

(Ibs) As Tirush spits her venomous words at Armata, he calmly paces back and forth. He watches her, his eyes never wavering. As Tirush bursts off into the sky, he smiles. "And by the end of the Hunt, you will know that I am not one of the squirming dregs you speak of. You're accustomed to the Vampires of this world but you have never faced one from another. But you will..."

Slowly he turns toward the mansion and heads back. He emerges from the trees of the forest to the sight of many warriors talking to each other in small groups. Armata makes his way past all of them and back inside the mansion's main hall to the sign up sheet. He strides past the little line that is left and right up to the sheets as if he is to good for it.

He feels the eyes upon him and hears the nervous whispers as he, Armata De'Sange, signs his name for the Hunt.

"Now the game is interesting..."