Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26268426-20170304040455/@comment-26840812-20170304170546


 * Descloizite starts looking away from Jet's face, and strenghtens his grib on her neck...

Desc: "I FOUGHT THOSE QUARTZES! Not the corward of Mottramite! I WILL DO IT DARLIng, I WILL! I promise to you, there is nothing I wanna do more.. and if this little rebel of a jewel inside me doesn't have the stomach to do it... Might as well errase him from existance..." he said with anger, despair... and contempt... "You know, he does care about you, a lot... He fights... but it is just not enough" he says, now aiming his tonfa quickly at her chest