Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170625033737/@comment-28358106-20170702023617

(S9/Lilrava) Melandil nods. [Indeed so. Though he was of the clans of the Arganon, the Northern Folk, he and others of his kin were well known to us. They were allies, and firm partners in all things, except in one. They believed that their territory was immutable, that the Northern purges would not last. When I called the Great Moot, and sent the call for the other clans to join us in Arenesse, he and his great king deferred. Rather than become one with Arenesse, he and his believed that they could hold back the coming tide of both Man and Lilim. When their hour of need came, we were powerless to aid them. It is a time that shall haunt me to the end of my days." He sighs.

He then looks to her. "Did your father ever tell you of the time he saved my son?"

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Tirush sneers at Kittycut. "No, I will not...'make out' with you. O have nothing to prove to you, and my endless love is for my husband alone.  But if you desire a taste of greatness, then you shall have it.  Like a youngling in the nest, I will show you how to be fed."

Catlike, she springs onto Kittycut and, grabbing her, locks her into an open-mouthed kiss.

"...! What..!" Thomas starts. Kittycut feels warm for just a moment...

...And then Tirush pours an overwhelming flood of magic Dragonfire straight into her, feeding her directly. She is instantly filled with some of the richest energy she's ever had...a veritable feast that does not end. Tirush keeps giving, and giving, and giving, with no end in sight. And she does not let go.

All Thomas can do is stammer. Leontyne sits bolt upright, her eyes as big as dinner plates.

"All RIGHT! This is what I'm TALKING about!" She shouts.