Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140323233223/@comment-24301343-20140326014349

Arro goes defly quiet whislt struggling his arms free enough to grab Triste by the collar, stone face, no emtion, no remorse.

"I lost my mother when i was 10... to an ani fauns fuckass... You think i don't know what hell is? You think you have a damned right to judge me? Who do you think you are, queen of hearts? And being interested? What does that have to do with anything? So i called you beautiful, who gives a damn? I'm a gentle man, i guess thats grunds for a death threat?! Riiight. Hell i used to be like you, always ready to fight, to kill or injur anything or any one around me.... THAT... was my hell. I chose to be the tank, i chose to be a hunter to ESCAPE my hell. So if you wanna kill me go right ahead. But what will that get you in the long run? A big old Crimson Beast smoothie.... Yes that Was my nickname. Now Just breath and think like a normal person."

Arro's face was expressionless but beneath that was a torrent of emotional pain and anger. He only barely had control of himself, normaly he would've hurled her through that bench.