Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24217012-20180202221639/@comment-24852191-20180306130750


 * He turns and faces her, his well toned physique shimmering with the bouncing movement of the candles. He sighs.

Vlad: I could not ask that of you nor could I allow it. I would have you draw breath long after I have ceased. I would rather see you in the arms of Saithis instead of my own. The arms of a man bound for destruction and set forth by hatred. A man that God no longer cares about.


 * He scowls as he grits his teeth.

Vlad: Hm, God. He never cared about me. He does not care about the week. One must be strong to gain his favor.


 * He begins hisses slightly as he continues, his tone darkening.

Vlad: I shall gain his favor once every single one of these accursed Turks has met his end by either my hands or the forces of Wallachia!


 * He looks back at her and takes a step towards her. He stops, putting his naked yet impressive body close to hers, and holds out a gentle hand and caresses her left cheek with a single finger.

Vlad; If I were a man in another life, I would take you for my own, but all I could ever bring you, my dear, is ruin and destruction.