Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-25808351-20191110055232

@Everyone: Beorthric lets go of Marcus after a long and brutal hold, the Wardog desperately gasping for air.

“You see, dog? Not a soul came for you. You are trash. To be used in time of war, and discarded upon your worth being spent. Rest well, heal your wounds. When I hunt for you, I want you at your best....”

Beorthric turns away from Marcus and begins marching out of the castle.

“Lord Beorthric, why didn’t you-ACK!”

Beorthric quickly turns and chokes his subordinate, quieting the man.

“We don’t speak of such business on these grounds. You want a conflict with a Vampire Lord? Imbecile.” Beorthric growls, continuing his march toward the exit.