Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180330220800

Tirush's pupils widen, her mantle standing on end. Her emotions again rush to the surface, stopping short, but her emotions are not hard to guess. Her lips pull back into a fully-fanged growl, the deep sound resonating from the stonework inside the keep.

Her breathing becomes deeper and paced as she rumbles, rising to a crouching advance, her taloned fingers splaying into a lethal spread.

In the dim of the inner hall, those who are close enough can see the veins in her wing membranes begin to pulse ever so faintly, glowing as if they were distant, flowing rivers of magma. She is beyond sadness now, her anger galvanizing her body and mind both for what is to come.