Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-26288702-20160825034822

Armata:"Hehehehe, HAHAHAHAHA! Of course, she doesn't know a thing! Cant say I'm surprised, why would you divulge such gruesome information about yourself, Hound? I WONDER IF ANY OF YOUR "FRIENDS" KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!" Armata holds on to Deidre tighter. "Oh, Deidre. This man, this beast in human form, is a the real monster here. They call him "DESTROYER" for a reason." Armata shifts his gaze down to Deidre. "But do not worry, your lord will protect you, keep you safe, for all eternity."

Armata bends down, bringing his face closer to Deidre. His hand cuffs her chin and guides her face to his. Hound watches as Arnata plants a kiss on Deidre lips. The wind howls and leafs flutter around the two as they kiss. The Vampire is a skilled predator no doubt. The kiss Deidre is experiencing is a kiss crafted from many years of seducing maidens from all walks of life, maidens who ultimately did not last the night or surrendered themselves to the Vampire. Armata's eyes during the long, drawn out kiss slowly shift to Hound. De'Sange watches in sadistic glee at the overwhelming rage of his old enemy. He knows beating Hound physically has no results, so you have break him mentally and spiritually.