Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34100315-20181022205056/@comment-33528506-20181024231018

(O O F...)


 * Away from the dragon siblings, in fact, in another realm rather similar to Hell itself, a Dream Demon leans against a wall, staring at four, shimmering objects near the ends of his fingers. They seem sharp, and are, in fact, blades. He turns his hand slightly, watching as the light reflects off of the blade's edge, before lifting his head up. It had been a rather long... Night? He could no longer tell anymore... every day seemed the same in this realm... He studies a few pipes on the ceiling above him, and clicks two blades together, causing one to burst open. He doesn't seem to care about the water that splashed around him... He was simply bored. he had no victims to torment here.. Not anymore... He couldn't remember if he had killed them all, or they had simply stopped sleeping, but he did remember how much fun it was to break their very minds before striking* (Pretty sure I was cleared to use him.. was I?)


 * Retham laughs as the play fight stops, and the two stand and begin to clean themselves. Shetlan sighs in an embarrassed fashion as her brother licks one claw and swipes it over his muzzle*