Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180511203223

As she got closwr the smell grew in intensity, as she pulled and prodded his armor released more of the captured scent and felt warm to the touch. Praetor brushes her arm off as he walks by, visibly wincing at the breif contact they made.

"Now is not the time. They still might be lurking somewhere in the shadows. Taking off my armor would only make me more vulnerable."

As Praetor walks by Prad he glances over him the smell of his burned flesh wafts over and lingers near him. The knight says nothing as he passes, he only shifts his gaze elsewhere when he doesn't find what he was searching for.

"Besides im fine- no. I'm not fine, I am loathing every second of this agony. The only reason I still stand is because I've been through worse... much worse."

'''"Has anyone seen a vampire with a sword lodged in them?"'