Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180523011520

Tirush finishes licking, her final gesture to spit to one side with finality. Several smaller spits later, she has cleared her tongue of the detritus of Jorge's wounds. Her DE might help them heal quickly, but in the least, it should help ease their pain.

"Ken'dhov speaks the truth."

She looks up to Barnabus, turning her head so she sees him with the corner of her eye.

"To enter our lands is to change, as all do, under the Goddess of the Dark Flames.  As I have knowledge of such things, as the way the change happens, I cannot say.  But for one with a great power, the change is slow.  Slow, but it comes nonetheless, as the frost in the shadows of the mountain claim the valleys when the days grow long.  It would be a long winter for you, and you would grow cold and miserable, unless you had love in your heart for more than yourself."

She gives Armata a glance before tending herself. Licking her palms, she begins washing herself, cleaning her face and mantle, using her claws to comb the dirt from her hair and from behind her ears.

"Nngh...bah!"

Squinting one eye, and tilting her head, she scratches behind one of her own ears with her daggerlike claws.