Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20160820033218/@comment-26444332-20160827195758

Michael blinks, and his crest, the endless dragon Ourboros, the snake that bites it's own tail, appears imprinted on his iris. He smiles, and the phantasm screams, before coiling up the cliffs.

'I suggest you leave, my boys,' he says, a grim smile forming. 'Otherwise you're going to get killed.'