Nyllian laughed, the tone fluctuating between manic paranoia and genuine amusement. [color=#b20080]“Oh precious.” [/color]She’d purr with a flash of her teeth. [color=#b20080]“My level is only just above death, and I welcome its sweet embrace if granted. Stoop all you like, I’ll just enjoy the view.”[/color]
The production of the chain struck nothing of consequence, was it death, was it a walk, was it a job? Nyllian decided she didn’t quite care, stretching her legs for a spell was something, a change of scenery at least.
[color=#b20080]“They call me Nyllian. I call myself Nin. Do as you will, Sheep. Or do I get the same pleasure, Mmm?” [/color]
Watching her old chain near melt from her, the elf tilted her head to one side. She was almost impressed, almost. The light softened but Nyllian kept her eyes narrowed, giggling quietly. [color=#b20080]“Pffft, fun is relative.” [/color]
The production of the chain struck nothing of consequence, was it death, was it a walk, was it a job? Nyllian decided she didn’t quite care, stretching her legs for a spell was something, a change of scenery at least.
[color=#b20080]“They call me Nyllian. I call myself Nin. Do as you will, Sheep. Or do I get the same pleasure, Mmm?” [/color]
Watching her old chain near melt from her, the elf tilted her head to one side. She was almost impressed, almost. The light softened but Nyllian kept her eyes narrowed, giggling quietly. [color=#b20080]“Pffft, fun is relative.” [/color]
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