Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-26288702-20160825004154

A devious smirk appears on the Vampires face.

Armata:"Ahhhhh, Deidre, I was hoping I could speak to you privately. As you can plainly see, I'm not very welcome amongst the group. Despite having shown no intense aggression, I have been assaulted by "The Mut" and threatened by "The Tin Man". Just like them" Armata slowly approaches Deidre. "I am suffering from this apocalyptic situation. They are blind, we must all ban together if we wish to fix what is broken and right what is wrong with the world, but I fear their misguided hatred will destroy any chance of cooperation."

Just as he did before, the De'Sange places his hand under Deidre's chin and lifts her head ever so slightly. He looks deep into her eyes and with his other hand, he runs his fingers through her hair. He holds a small lock in his fingers and brings it to his nose.

Armata:"My, my, such a lovely scent. Strong, fierce and has beautiful qualities, you truly are someone special. I wish to help your comrades, but they have shown only animosity for me. I simply wish to have someone stand at my side and be a friend to me in a time when I only have foes, or maybe I want something more then just a friend." He gets even closer to the Dwaven princess. "What say you?...."