Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20130801035930/@comment-11588669-20130802015443

Now this was getting interesting. Nox catches the flask, chuckling. ''It's tea, you dumbass. It's mixed with an herb that lessons mental stress. It grows rather well in the north.''

Without warning, the headache increases exponentially. He stagger for a moment, before laughing. It's laced with madness, filled with a need to hurt. In a word, Maniacal.

"Blood you say?" Here, he smiles, exposing double canines. The expression is tinged with bloodlust. His eyes are tinted with something, unnatural. His voice has gone lower, and pierces the mind. "Have you truly spilt blood? Felt it rushing from your enemies headless body, broken and mangled. Seen it rain from the sky after it spurts from their neck? Felt the impact upon your skin after you dismember an opponent? Watched it splatter on his allies, their faces twisted in horror?" He laughs, and leers at her. "Have you smelled the blood boiling in the body as you burn them alive? Heard it pulse through their veins as you rip them to shreds? Have you truly seen dea-"

''Get out! GET OUT!''

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HEAD!"