Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-28358106-20170102234410

"Buttercup, you're a lifesaver," Cyndwella says, mixing the ingredients together and stirring them with Eva's donated pinion feather. "If you weren't married, I'd dive your muff right here and now. Hehehe..." With a BAMF she ignites the glass with her fingertip as if pantomiming shooting a pistol. She chugs the drink, wiping the blue flame from her mouth. "Ahhhhh...that's the hot shit right there." Relief floods her features.

She smiles sideways at Grettle. "I just might do it anyway, and invite your husband to take notes. Hahahaha!  Ahh, yeah. -sigh-"  She looks at Marcus. "Why blood? It's the staff of emotion.  It carries more emotion in it than anything else, and that's what we Voidkin live for.  Emotion, feelings, whatever you want to call it.  It's not for sustenance, like vampires need.  For us, it's the symbolism involved.  I'll tell you more about it later, when we get bored or some shit.  Me personally?  I like it 'cause it's salty and thick and doesn't give me gas like tomato juice."