Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-26288702-20160906014534

Armata's watches as Ibrahim sprints down the hill calling to his family. The young golems and elegant woman turn, smiles and laughter can be heard as he approaches. The good Doctor looses his footing and tumbles down the hill a little bit. His elegant clothes now adorned with grass stains, he regains his footing in a roll and presses onward to his family. They collide in the green portrait of happiness and discovery. A sight that would any human, but not Armata. The Vampire looks on, seemly devoid of emotion at the heart melting spectacle. But a small smirk appears on his face for a moment, before receding.

He looks over to Hound who stands tall and proud, a strange little smile on his face.

Armata:"You did it, mut. The Doctor finally has what he has fought so long for...."