Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131121201952/@comment-5735114-20131123022906

Tyranil, now seething with anger, slowly floated down and retracted his blood-red wings. His scythe slowly turning more and more red, he slammed down the end into the ash, causing a tiny quake. Hardly noticeable, but still impressive for one strike to the ground. "Get. Back. Here.", Tyranil hissed.