Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131124143109/@comment-12599067-20131126022457

The Whisper laughed again, a cruel sound that sent the room temperature plummeting.

''His life doesn't have to be like yours, little one. ''

The Whisperer stepped closer, and suddenly shrieked as a blade pieced it's stomach. Makoru is sitting up in bed, his arm still frozen in a throwing position. The Whisperer wailed and turned about, flailing and screeching like a banshee. Finally, the demon landed with a wet thunk and was still.

Makoru: "You're welcome."