Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180613164912

Perhaps unexpectedly, Tirush's face splits into a wide grin and she throws her head back, laughing. She puts her hands on her hips, her tail swaying behind her, as her laugh bounces her body.

"Mock loss, says the great conquerer! Mock loss!  He, whose path to power is covered with the bloody bones of endless misery, asks that I do not mock him, for he may weep!  Why do you know how she died, O master of the dead?  Did you dredge up her tiny bones and ask her?"

Her laughing retort winds down and she spits on the ground, the magma sizzling. "No, I do not mock you. I speak truth, and truth.  This is why you pity yourself, when you have no pity for others.  But why does it become so?  Perhaps, then, you should fall to your knees and beg the great Demon Queen to bring her back.  Then, you will both be as the dirt, and lifeless, and without Fire.  Then, you may each feast upon the miseries you have brought to each other."

Her smile has long since faded.