Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-26288702-20160905044105

Although Hound stands strong, Armata can see clear as day, that he is in great pain. Beneath his exterior, a father's heart is breaking, but his strength will not permit him to show it. Armata lets out a long exhale, his cold breath can be seen as he lets out the air in his lungs. He then roars and cracks every joint in his body. Out of nowhere, small tendrils of blood break through the altered reality and form on Armata. The lifeforces are absorbed by his body and a long crimson cloak with a high flipped up collar forms, covering his body. The cloak moves unnaturally, as if alive and vibrant, it's own separate being. He looks up at the fowl creature that was once the beautiful Mindflayer.

Armata:"Such a shame Alcamarie, you could have been a queen of the night, but because of your deception, you will now serve as my nourishment....." Aramta bears his fangs and claws.