Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-3293219-20140902201441

"I-It's okay... It's over now..." She stopped as she saw Azarath's shadow cast over them both, the Dunmer was looking down on them, sword at the ready.

"What are you doing!?"

"She's a vampire..."

"So?"

"So? She lives on blood! I don't know if anyone told you this but you're full of the stuff and that won't be the case for much longer if we keep her with us!" The Dunmer pointed out, gesturing to Emarrel, with his head as he slowly approached her.

Nadira jumped up to her feet and stood up, in front of him, her arms open wide.

"She saved our lives, she's obviously controlling it!"

"There is no 'controlling' it! Not for long, we need to put her out of her misery before she tears your throat out to!"

"She won't do that! You've seen it before, she had a friend for gods' sake!"

"Some people like to play around with their food before they eat it. Maybe she gave her the chomp to, possibly too blood drunk to remember it..."

"Stop it, just... Stop it! She stays with us, alive and if you don't like that, then you don't have to stay here! Because I am not going to let you kill her, over my dead body am I going to let you kill her!" The Breton stopped to pant heavily, their eyes were fixed on eachother as their morals clashed, though they were both stuborn as hell, Nadira often got her way as Azarath didn't often care either way but in this case...

"F-Fine... But if your dyke friend gets hungry in the night? That's on you..."

"I know, I'll stop her, I'll kill her if I have to but I'm have to give her that chance... Y-You know that, right?"

"Yeah... Whatever..." Azarath grumbled, walking away before he changed his mind as it was known to happen.