Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170802162903/@comment-26288702-20170812020944

(S9/ Mjoll, Dom) Armata emerges from the trees with Mjoll wrapped around his arms. The Vampires keen eyes scan the beach and all who make merry on it's sands, until his eyes rest upon Imperia and Dom. Armata can see what only a few can, Imperia puts up a calm and cheerful exterior, but aura flares with annoyance.

"Well, this should be most enjoyable. Come Mjoll, lets watch a fool fly..." Armata walks down the beach closer to Imperia while escorting Mjoll like a queen amongst peasants. His long cloak drags through the sand leaving a single long trail instead of individual footsteps, as if he wasn't walking at all.

Imperai's brow farrows for a moment, but she returns to her fake yet convincing laugh. "You are upfront, not a bad trait, but perhaps a bit too forward. Tell me, what is it about you that would make me given in to your brutish charms?"