Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-24684131-20140604084146/@comment-24684131-20140719101636

Liath stepped forward, bending his elbow so Zvier was held in front of him, claws still shut. His eyes held no humor and he slowly opened his grip, bathing the room in near blinding light. Marrol shied away, scared at the thought of what might be about to happen.

Finally, the claw opened fully and there was a flash of light. Liath had stopped moving when the light faded, and above his hand, was an intricate and glitering snowflake, large enough to be easily seen. The tension dissapated, a goofy grin breaking across his face.

"Pretty, aint it?" He was keeping his hand steady as not to disturb it's gentle rotation. "Relax Blood, I aint here to steal your 'hot buns', not that I even wanted to in the first place." Liath said with a laugh, the grin shrinking into a more easygoing smile. "Oh, might want to save her some dignity and wrap her in that cloke of yours." He gestured to the bundle of red cloth he assumed to be Bloods trademark article of clothing.