Julin sighed in jaded boredom at the mortal, then looked at blight. "Blight, my dear, bleak, pitch feathered bird, why do i keep you around again?" He waved his hand carelessly, a sign for Blight to do as she wished with the offending mortal (thank you Sledge)
Hennen rolled over, peering over the edge of the couch at his mate. "Um, new games? Weve beaten all of these...and im pretty sure that after 50 replays, the game still hasnt changed."
She spun on her heel, tail flicking in annoyance. hed be hearing about this for the next few days at least.... Through the gates, dark knights, pinnacles of mortal athleticism stood straight and saluted their lord. "Milord, the muse is activly ressisting our efforts. her willpower is impressive, we have tried everything."