Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170802162903/@comment-31049256-20170809015306

(Hound, Rep) Aziza shivers, leaning forward just a hair, Marcus's lips tantalizingly close, her mind is blank to everything beyond him, the Pharaoh barely able to speak, "I-I-I want a real man. C-can you show me one? I want t-to feel...GRRRAH!"

Aziza pulls herself away from him, but not without great effort. Even once she does so she is down on her knees, her energy dimming considerably as she continues to fight her mamono nature.

She breaths heavily, gasping for air for a moment before she speaks, "I...cannot go to bed...with anyone but a man that would see my home restored with the same tenacity as myself, of which there is none."

"To do otherwise..." she begins to sob, "would leave me distracted. That would mean I would fail to revive the Old Kingdom, and that would mean all the pain and anguish I inflicted on myself and my subjects would be for nothing!"