Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170704201937/@comment-28358106-20170719132558

(Hound) As Hound walks into the room, he can see the same darkness that enveloped the throne room. He can see Samia, as Sahar's tail wraps around her and suspends her in midair. She is limp, and murmuring, as if in a trance.

And then Sahar turns and looks at Hound.

She doesnt look the same. It's definitely Sahar. But she's not an Apophis---she has a hood, but the similarities end there. Her hood is flared and almost diamond-shaped, with tattoos and dark sigils on it. They glow with an unmistakable malevolence through the aura of dark deception that he now sees through. Black mists coil through the room.

She sneers at him, her eyes narrowing, her face having lost its previous sweet seductiveness.

"...Damn."

Samia is tossed onto the pillows with a flumph. Sahar's tail rises, rattling, a deep hiss coming from her torso as her hood flares.

"Don't take another step," she glares at Hound, "Or you'll regret it. I promise..."