Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-26288702-20170623214938

Armata:"You shall do no such thing..."

The Vampire hoists Praetor of the ground with his one hand latched to the giant's throat. He throws Praetor several feet away, giving himself some distance from the Mountain Of Black Steel. Slowly Armata brings his claws to his lips, he outstretches his tongue and it snakes around his blood soaked fingers.

Armata:"The first taste of true blood, in a very. Long. Time."