Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190313202413

(Everyone) “Hello Armata, It has been far too long.” The crimson clad Vampiress rises out of her throne and steps over the ledge of the balcony. Her cloak catches the wind as she falls like a pair of bat wings and she floats to the ground gracefully.

“Nearly a 1000 years, mother.” Armata says flatly, showing no real sign of care for being reunited with his mother. The Vampiress lowers her hood revealing a stunning visage of beauty. Her hair silver like Armata’s, but irises blood red. The air of confidence around is matched only by her regal look.

“As lovely as this reunion is my son, it is your companions I am unfamiliar with.”

“Yes of course. Gentlemen and my lady....” Armata faces the group. “This is my mother, Isadore De’Sange. The head of the Vampire council and courts.”

“Prad, Praetor, Herja, Aeron, and you....” Isadore eyeballs Marcus up and down. “Marcus, right? The most delicious looking one out of the bunch.”

“Considering you’re a Vampire I could take that the wrong way.” Marcus looks back at her with a puzzled stare.

“Hmmmm....” Isadore strides up and puts a finger on Marcus’ chin. “If was 100 years younger....”

“Mother, enough. This nothing I need to witness.” Armata sneers.

“Plus I’m married. You want a piece of me you’ll have to talk to my wives.” Marcus adds in while pointing to his ring.

“Wives? A man with a big appetite.... lucky ladies. Onto important matters. I am sure you’re all eager to get started?”