Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160425084355/@comment-26571677-20160430135917

She grasped Mask's forearms, and twisted her fingers, raking them painfully across and around his arm, cutting into them, and drawing blood. She took this opportunity, and leapt back, standing, and looking at him, in full concentration.

Her claws dripped with red, crimson blood, and she looked devilish in the light of the sullen moon, that hung over them like a pendant of bleached white light.