Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-28358106-20161231220316

(Ok cool. Just wanted to make sure.)

"I guarantee that you've never been at a party like this one! I'll bet that by the time we -"

Without warning, a portal opens up behind Cyndwella and a huge, clawed foot kicks out, knocking Cyndwella's pieces across the room. An enormous Hellhound, wreathed in red flame and dressed as a skimpy corsair, leaps out with a cask under one arm and a sword in the other.

"HAR HAR HAR HAR! Gotta watch yer back, girlie, or ye'll wind up on it nary of yer own voilition!"

Cyndwella leaps up, her pieces assembling rapidly. Initially, she looks pissed, but quickly melts to her usual hysterics.

"HAHAHAHAHA! Blackie, you curly-haired cunt!  You better have the hot shit this time!"

"The hottest o' the hot, me little foxfire." Blackie steps forward and Cyndwella floats to her, where they kiss. She pulls away and looks down at Eva. The flames leap from her eyes as she grins a fang-filled grin and she sheathes her sword.

"And ye must be th' subject o' tonight's revelry. Annabella Blackmane.  Blackie to me mates, and tonight, that includes yerself." She reaches an enormous paw down to Eva.