₵ylester There is only little of my limbs I can move and that little was only my mouth. I could feel the blood slowly flowing down my hands, dripping into the metal can with a maddening sound.
Rȗҽ There was certainly a lot of doubt lingering in my mind about Corlette's words. How could I fully trust her when I do not know her? I have only recently learned about her. The woman is Mericel's sister for cryin
Rȗҽ Naturally me being well, me, took it as a damn joke and giggled. I only stopped when no one joined in, which was utterly embarassing but let us not linger on that.
Rȗҽ "Rue?" Ares called out as his foot falls near me until he crouches down beside me. My palms are still on the earth, collecting the last of any magic.
Mericel I awoke, gasping for air as beads of perspiration rolled down my back. I blinked away the haziness in my eyes and noted how I was however still in the room, candles outed around me and it was still night.
Rȗҽ The wood creaked beneath my weight as I loomed over the doorway. I smirked when none answered. I scanned around, noticing how everyone held a glass of blood in their hands. It had better not
Rȗҽ The sight of three men hanging upside down made my confusion ring in my head. "Where in the bloody fuck is Cylester?" I murmur walking towards the three men whose blood dripped into tin cans.