Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-26288702-20161112072909

Deidre:"I was ready to fight till the end, for you! If it wasn't obvious, you're completely surrounded, our forces are stretched thin and dying. I'll do whatever I have to..." deidres eyes swell with tears. "To keep them from you."

Armata ponders to himself as he assesses the situation. He stares out the giant window of his throne room as Order catapults launch their ordinance into the castle. orange and red fill the room as artillery flies past the window. Deidre walks up to Armata's side and clasps his hand hidden beneath his cloak.

Armata:{That was far too close. Had I left her to the mut, there would have been nothing left of her. Yes, the strength in her blood will be more then enough to give me the power I need to crush these cretins. All I need do now, is drain her.}

Armata looks down at the Dwarven princess who has been nothing more than a annoyance to him sense he met her, he knows what he must do.

Armata:"Deidre, are you my dearest?"

Deidre:"Yes, yes my lord, always!"

Armata:"Good, I have one last thing to ask of you..." Anything..."

Armata turns and runs his hand down Deidre's face, cuffing her chin. His eyes mesmerize her as he turns her head to the left, exposing her vulnerable neck. He can feel the blood pumping through her and the power her bloodline holds. His mouth opens slowly and his fangs grow long, ready to do their work. He hovers above her neck for a moment, his fangs locked onto their intended target area.

Without further hesitation, Armata dives into Deidre's neck.