Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160302043959/@comment-26852465-20160303024621

DM seemed tired.. the purple hue from his eyes faded.. he had a somber expression on his face.. it didn't seem like Armstrong or Moor Dread cared at the moment.. all that anxiety for nothing, it seemed.. not even Tasha was questioning DM's lies about being a powerless human.

''"Where's that lady... I'll hit her again." ''DM was taking heavy breaths, looking around.. his expression angry more than anything. ''"I'll do more than rob your grave, lady.. I'll mark it up like the Fairies did my bounty posters.." ''Of course, he was lying.. but he wanted to draw out the ghost.. maybe use another "secret" technique on her.. though his body language claimed that he didn't have the necessary energy to do such.