Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141118002730/@comment-25127382-20141123073649

(Well, Tate doesn't seem to be here right now.)

As Setsuna walked towards the gates of Greymoor, she tightly gripped the hilt of her sheathed sword. She had not faught in ages, and she could feel the bloodlust welling up inside her. She longed for the sweet smell of battle, and the sweet song of clashing swords. (Don't worry, this isnt like a werewolf "Im gonna transform and kill everything" type of bloodlust, she just wants to fight something.)