Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32945669-20190123143912/@comment-30700719-20190126033810

(What? Aw naw man, I already stopped following this thread. Here, I'll leave one last reply for you, Dzete, then you won't find me here ever again.)

Rather similarly to her first victim, the Cursed Sword lunges forward, bringing her greatsword down into the man's shoulder. But this time...the sword warmed. It seemed to be friendly with this stranger, almost welcoming. This had never happened to the Cursed Sword. She gritted her teeth and knocked him to the ground, slamming the edge of the blade against him. And yet...a sort of gnawing, rising sensation began to grow. She stabbed through the man's neck, and collapsed on top of him.

She was panting, but not from exhaustion. Whatever cousin of the blade she was consolidated with, it had obviously left some sort of mark on him. A mark that brought all those who would bear its kin against him to the dirt...

and then they fucked