Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20131029012632/@comment-11588669-20131106023856

He stowed the weapon on his back, the blades folding inwards until it became a sleek box. He looked out the balcony, to see Tristan put something around Tianee's neck.

That was the last fucking straw. The air around him seemed to grow heavy, and the butler in the room shrank back in fear. He soon fell to the ground, silently screaming is his worst nightmare presented over his mind.

Nox opened the window, and stepped onto the balcony. He was covered in sweat, the shirt clinging to him, his hair dripping with it. He really didn't care.

He arrived right behind the heir, just as Tristan was leaning in. The boy froze, the glasses near him cracking. A plate was ground to dust, silverwear bent in on itself. The feeling of dread was palpable, so thick you could practically taste it.

"I believe, Mr. Silas. That we may have a problem here, if you keep enroaching upon my signifigant other. So I suggest, for your continued safety, that you shut up, and never try it again. I will not be liable for what I will do." He rasped, in a voice that chilled the air. Midnight orbs were narrowed in malice, and his upper lip was curled back to expose his canines.

It was not a warming picture.