Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20130604074342/@comment-933831-20130623013513

Caccia's spikes from her armor extended as her anger raised. If this girl didn't provide an explanation immediately... She frantically felt the whole room over with her void whiskers, feeling for secret passages, clues... anything. When she came up short, she grabbed the girl, transfixed upon the throne, by the shoulder, sharp barbs stabbing into Viola's arm, just barely piercing the flesh.

An angry voice echoed in Viola's head alone as her grip tightened. "Where... Is the key?"