Thread:AngryLance/@comment-39280634-20200406054104/@comment-25808351-20200419201846

That’s fine, Cyndwella never claims to be a saint. Neither does does Marcus. She is simply interested in maintaining the safety, security and stability of her home. Lunalight is her baby, and she cherishes everything in it. Cyndwella watches over everyone within her boarders, and does her best to keep them safe.

Friends and family are always welcome, shit heels are not. And if said shit heels are looking for a fight, that’s when Marcus goes to work. Order inquisitors, would see a large, bronze skinned man exit the Lunalight mansion. He’d have a big cigar pinched between his teeth, and a large, unearthly sword slung over his shoulder. Marcus would approach the fools slowly, letting the stupidity of their challenge set in, their minds racing with fear and doubt.

With a large bellow of exhaled smoke from the cigar, Marcus would scan over the fools and smile, bearing his canine like teeth.

“So, who wants their shit kicked in first?”