Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-28358106-20180625185913

Tirush stalks her way down the musty, cold hallways, her footfalls heavy on the stone. She doesn't care about waiting for anyone else; she's waited far too long to stand around and opine about dead bodies while the hostages are mere floors below. She knows she will likely have to rescue them, then make good her escape while she can, so as to get them to safety, else the ensuing battle would kill them both, as she is sure it will be on a scale of destruction that is unimaginable.

She knows this because she plans on leveling the prison itself, and turning its surrounding land into a lake of magma. She hates this place, she hates Armata, and she can feel the cold fingers of the land trying to pry their way into her subconscious, and make her forget the First Flame, the Great Fire itself. She simply wants to get this over with, and get back home, back to warmth and life and love and family.

She goes through a yawning archway, taking the stairs down, hopefully to where she thinks the prisoners might be. Following her instinct, she keeps trying...then catches a whiff of Imperia. And someone else, someone young. A much smaller scent, lesser somehow. Immediately she knows this is Layoka.

Again, her anger is kindled, though she manages to keep it intact. Intact, but not so much that she doesn't want to announce her presence. She does so.

Breathing deep, she leans forward, her fanged mouth gaping, her claws digging into the stone on either side of the passage. She lets loose a long, pitched, stone-rattling roar, one that causes dust to fall from the ceiling and reverberates through the stone passages. She wants everything in that prison to know that she is there, and she is coming, and nothing is going to stop her.

But more than anything, she hopes that the two in the dungeon can hear her.