Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-28358106-20170110220735

Cyndwella doesn't acknowledge Marcus at first. Instead, she reaches into her blazing furnace and pulls out a small, very ornate book   and unclasps it. She produces a quill and begins to write, narrating in a shaky yet calm voice, her eyebrow twitching.

"Dear diary: Today, I thought of a nice poem and watched the sun rise. It was nice.  Oh, and I also WITNEESED a GROUP of FUCKWITS MAKE AN ALLIANCE WITH A MASS MURDERING ENEMY OF MY HUSBAND!  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

She screams bloody murder, her shriek echoing off the mountains, her cage's tines whipping loose and stabbing into the ground. She erupts into an inferno of blue flame as her diary explodes, sending burning pages swirling around her in the maelstrom of her hissy fit. She loses all pretense of good manners as she reverts to her true form, her face splitting in two at the jaw.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT IT IS YOU'VE DONE?!?!" She shrieks to Hound.