Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170103080604/@comment-27550231-20170103220640

A lone dark figure makes his way to the Ibrahim household. His dented black armor blends into the early night. His pace is quick and heavy, his fists clench amd unclench in anticipation. And a dark and malevolent arura surrounds him. Fireflies flicker in the night sky, their luminous dance bringing life to to what would appear to be a dead and cold night. The dancing beacons of light part as the lone figure walks down the path. As if sensing the hate seething from him the lightning bugs flicker and dissapear into the night. For even they do not wish to be caught by his ire.

Loud and heavy footsteps can be heard on the Ibrahim's doorstep followed by a steady and continuous knock.

"Thomas! Thomas! I know you're home! Come out now!"