Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-25808351-20191209224628

@Everyone: “Yeah.... Your scent.” Cerberus growls. “You smell of other worlds and your skin.... smells wrong. There’s an indescribable oder that permeates off you. I smell you, and something else. That and you stink of nervousness, anxiety.... or is that fear?”

Cerberus drew closer to Prad, and his observations on Lance drew Renwick’s attention. The Vampire scientist watched with a strange smirk. Luckily for Lance a confrontation was not going to happen, for he had the best seat in the house.

Marcus who sat next to Lance, stood up, and got in front of Cerberus. Barring him from Lance and Meri.

“Stop playin tough old man, they ain’t in the mood for your shit.” Marcus growls.

“Don’t blame me for doing my job, runt.” Cerberus keeps on moving. Marcus watches for a moment as Cerberus moves away, then looks to Meri and pats her head. Turning to head back to his seat, he gives Lance a small, harmless, playful punch to his arm, before sitting back down.