Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-30014014-20170423172307

The dark man's axe continues to rattle, this time with void echoes reminiscing one of faint whispers in the wind. They seem...different.

His eyes are tethered to the woman, but his words are void. His second hand is already grasping a freshly crafted black blade, the thing leaking a black ink. He obersves her movements, waiting.