Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140917204356/@comment-3293219-20140919162835

Nadira slowly began to pull up her sleeve, revealing her pale forearm as she looked to Emarrel with troubled eyes, it was quite obvious that she was afraid and no amount of bravery could hide it, yet she continued to offer herself for Sophie's sake.

For everyone's sake...

Azarath was too disgusted to notice the gesture and it wouldn't have mattered anyway, since he didn't give a rat's ass about Sophie. Nadira lost, he lost, either way, that was... unacceptable...

He had to do something...

The Breton slowly approached Emarrel, taking two steps before stopping and glancing to her arm, at a first glance, she could see the teethmarks of the future, an exact replica of Sophie's bites clung to her mind's eye. She slowly looked up, seeing that there was still some distance between them.

"Is that a promise? Just the two of us?"