Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170312190004/@comment-25808351-20170321041230

"No, you will not be seeing your goddess...." Marcus leans in and irises glow a bright blue as he eyes the scout's soul. "So physical torment doesn't phase you? Then how about we try something a little bit more ethereal?" A cobalt flame engulfs Marcus' hand and he gently reaches out to. The scout watches as the Wardog's hand passes into his chest without leaving a wound, like a spirit. That's when the scout feels a sensation indescribable, his spirit energy stops flowing.

"I have in my paw right now, your soul. If I were to remove and devour it, you would not go to your goddess. Instead you will spend eternity in my gut, a place disconnected from hope and light. Now then, start talking, because I'm VERY hungry." Marcus growls.