Gossip had filled the halls when Elgar’nan had caught his little pet. A child of prominent lineage and reputation, though their names meant little to Nyllian. While ignorant of most things it was oddly freeing being unaware of details that would cloud her loyalty, sway her into betraying her master. Only Death held such power.
Her head turned, hair slipping from her shoulder with the motions to shape her face.
The question, though, caused her to smirk. What did she care about the false ones? Nothing. They had left her to rot in the dark.
Her head turned, hair slipping from her shoulder with the motions to shape her face.
Oh but you should be. My Master only needs to say the word and we would have such… fun.The hiccuped laugh bounced off the walls of the corridor, each step echoing the closing beat back towards her cell.
The dungeons are thinning out. Should you find yourself there, I wonder how long until you're begging for Mama and Papa,Nyl goaded, wishing to see if this pet had any spark than this lame escape attempt.
The question, though, caused her to smirk. What did she care about the false ones? Nothing. They had left her to rot in the dark.
Mythal means nothing to me. I serve only two Gods. Elgar’nan himself, and Death. Both of which have taken to teaching me.The door stood open, Reaper propping it open with its eerily stoic form. Nyllian walked through, lingering on the other side for their guest to be escorted in.
Would you like a demonstration?
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