Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160825150351

Deirdre remained on the ground where she had fallen, having been cast aside. Her thoughts revolve around only one thing: the man who had treated her like no other. It wasn't entirely the Vampire Lord's doing; she had never known a man's touch before. Respected but feared by the Dawrves, ridiculed by Humans, and sneered at by Mamono had left her with an emptiness that she had long denied, but now filled by a need she had always wanted. That was all that was needed...

She picked herself up and calmly brushed off her armor. She looked to Armata. "I don't believe anyone will cooperate, my Lord.  But...you have...me.  And those under me.  They cannot survive without us.  What would you like me to do?" She looks eagerly at Armata...