Mór-rioghain
Ｔｅｍｐｅｓｔｕｏｕｓ Ｐｙｒｅ
Paralytic fear, something often written in tales of old, ancient beings birthed from the night's divine womb, gaining foothold in a world where they once belonged. Bringing with them hellish tidings and ill manners. One of the first, wore the skin of maiden. The ticking of ominous heels, approached; practically voicing to any that listened "here I come." A deadly set of toxins mirrored little emotion when corroding that of the man midst her sights.
Curiosity flourished, rampant in its contamination of a typically, one track mind. "Feed", it often purred.. Yet here voiced a new calling. / L e a r n \. other's had a certain.. Fear, about them when engulfed in dame's presence. So why was there no such thing midst counter at this time? Ponder ensued, eluding pearlen maw in a rough concoction of gravel and silk; dripping softly into range of hearing.
Curiosity flourished, rampant in its contamination of a typically, one track mind. "Feed", it often purred.. Yet here voiced a new calling. / L e a r n \. other's had a certain.. Fear, about them when engulfed in dame's presence. So why was there no such thing midst counter at this time? Ponder ensued, eluding pearlen maw in a rough concoction of gravel and silk; dripping softly into range of hearing.
❞Thine eyes speak more than what form offers, boy. You are not that which I hunt.
Gamble would have me guess that instead; -
You practice a similar... Habit, of survival.❞
[member="Jaren Solain"] Gamble would have me guess that instead; -
You practice a similar... Habit, of survival.❞