Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151207231213/@comment-24141785-20151209003556

The Breton slumped down into the bed, thoughts racing his mind. He wanted to hurt that Nord, give him the most painful and slowest death possibly... He wanted to butcher him.

''That's... That isn't me! I-I wouldn't do that to someone...''

would I?

In the first time, in a long while, he was fucking terrified. What was he becoming?

I have Shakti back...

Gabriel took a sip from his new bottle of wine, setting it down on the bedside table. He started to feel concerned for those who hadn't appeared: Talin, Naomi... Diana.

She hadn't been down this entire time, and he was starting to consider the possibility she wasn't even there. He was going to check in a few minutes, after he quit panicking.