Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160602184114/@comment-27025277-20160616012345

Cyrus sat laid back against the carriage whistling contently.

Lunetta sat in a corner, definitely discontent with being so close in proximity to people. She chose vampirism for its magical benefits and learned to curb her appetite. Her bag was full of blood supply bags she had managed to obtain by not so civil means, but still the urge to feed from the veins was there - a crippling desert drought in her throat that burned hotter than a hot iron straight out of the skyforge of Jorvaskar. Needless to say this was going to be a long trip for her, but she couldn't let her hot headed brother go off without her because she knew, if she wasn't there to speak sense to him, he'd surely come back dead or not at all.