Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190809183250/@comment-5543592-20190831201845

The ceiling of the elevator bent slightly beneath the sudden of Wilkes' weight.

"You can't." Shrike backed Morgan up to the wall, and Morgan felt herself start to cook like a pig on a spit.

Shrike's eyes bored out of the inferno, level with Morgan's. In fact, Shrike might've been shorter, she was not overly tall, but in this moment she loomed. She held up one fist underneath Morgan's chin, tongues of fire burning her bare skin. "Say my name."