Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20180510173057/@comment-27550231-20180602224626

Celestine's eyes narrow in response to all the excuses she received. Her golden strands floated around her like an enragesd crown as her form flickered and spiked as if were enveloped in static.

"Are you so fragile that he posed a threat to you? A gown man does not strike down an infant for breaking a glass. He teaches them the fault in their actions and carries on. He does not shame the weak but protects them! Should you strike you do so with respect and spare not the rod. I do not strike lest I need something eradicated. You toy with them like an animal toys with its prey. Were they truly a threat to us I am certain that we would have taken a more concealed approach."