Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-27235572-20150830020016

((I've had really bad timing, haven't I XD))

Shirley watched with horrified fascination as Desi was flung away, her axe poised mere inches from the witch's body. She couldn't help her sister recover from that. It was too sudden and too violent... In other words, her sister would have to be presumed dead and that would be the end of that wretched affair.

Shirley's world went white. All her motivations, her dreams, her everything was washed away and replaced by one desire: murder. She wanted- no, needed to carve Eldhrimnir's heart out of her chest and ravenously devour every chamber. She desperately craved the chance to drag the woman around by her GI tract. Shirley needed the sweet taste of her blood to pass her lips and the crunch of her bones between her teeth.

To Shirley, the moment seemed like hours. It was really only a second, but that was all she needed. With a flourish, she somersaulted over the witch's head and swung Sterben, aiming to decapitate her.