Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170802030316/@comment-5583506-20170804024515

''Wrathwolf... ''Ylva reflected. She didn't like the idea of one of her downsides being used for her identity, but then again a weakness could also be turned into strength.

"Yeah, that's a good one", she mumbled to herself. "Wrathwolf..."

"Nothing like admiring your own work?" sighed a voice from at the other end of the tub.

"Hmph", Ylva scoffed, watching the vampire half-breed bathe her feet into the water. "What about you then, fang-girl? What will your moniker be? Probably something I can mock you for in years to come?"

"Moreso than Wrathwolf?" Bethany said askingly. "You do know how to amuse me, pooch. Can you do any other tricks?"

"Hey!" Ylva snarled and stood up in the bath, pointing her finger aggressively at Bethany. "I don't have to take shit from a half-dead woman, that's just insulting."

"Yet you are. Now would you kindly remove your finger and your obscene doggie bags out of my sight? You are disturbing my privacy."

Ylva grinded her teeth, thinking of pulling the bloodsucker into the water and mess up her hair. "Why... you..." She began, but figured that it would be bad luck clobbering down Bethany on the graduation day. "Hmph, you are not worth it", she grumbled and sat down back into the bath. "So what infectious name will you take? Parasite? Garlic Dodger?"

"Countess", Bethany replied coolly.

"That's ridiculous", Ylva snorted. "You are not a countess."

"My father is the count of Skingrad", Bethany replied.

"Still doesn't make you a countess", the werewolf shrugged, getting up from the bath as she began to redress. "That implies you must be countess over something, and it sure as hell ain't Skingrad. Doubt that will happen, huh?"

Not yet anyhow, Bethany thought.

"Either way, finish up, fang-girl. The ceremony will begin soon."

