Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150107222248/@comment-32663439-20150113061303

Fanari swung her blade, decapitating one of the freaks, and stabbing another through the heart. As the others approached, she blasted them with photokinesis, turning them to ashes. She turned to the trolls. She teleported on top of one, her blade sheathed. Her position was like a piggy-back ride, but her legs were around the troll's throat. She formed a spell in her hand. She closed her hand into a fist, and then slammed it into the troll's neck repeatedly, until she had burned a hole completely through its neck. She leapt off, turning to the other trolls.

"I'm glad we do, because I'll never get tired of you." She looked up to the ceiling then, looking at the stone. Her eyes drifted around the room, until she eventually saw the bathroom door. She remembered what had happened inside, and giggled. She remembered the intensity of the actions and emotions there. She hadn't just felt carnal lust when she did what she did. In the beginning, in fact, she wasn't feeling lustful at all. She had just wanted to make Siris happy. When she had seen Siris' desire for her, she felt she couldn't just leave him there, hopeless and wanting. She loved Siris, and she didn't want him to have to repress those feelings, if they emerged.