Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170609225054/@comment-28358106-20170620173351

"Indeed. No Demon Silver has ever been used by Arenesian hands, and nor will it ever."

Melandil speaks as he and Honditar close in to the small group, flanked by Elven guards. Many of the Dwarves have seen the commotion, and are coming as well.

"Come on, then," one of the Elves states as he begins to step forward. "We're going to hand you over to the Regency guards. This isn't our concern, luckily for yHRRK--!"

He and several others are bowled over as Tirush, teeth bared and eyes glowing, pushes them aside effortlessly, stalking forward like a raptor. The deep rumble of her angry breathing is the only sound she makes until she arrives next to the pair.

She comes within inches of Kioshi's face and she can feel the deep heat of her breath as if it were a furnace.

"Tell me what it was that you threw on her. I will not ask again."

Thomas catches up to her and puts a hand on her wing. "Tirush, honey, she said it was harmless! There's no need for this!"

"Then tell me what it does," Tirush doesn't move her gaze, "Or this will end very badly for you." Her huge talons begin to dig into the ground.