Boethiah
Dark Messiah
Boethiah now wanders on Pax Insul, a fact known to only a handful of individuals throughout the entire galaxy.
If a particular someone in the Primeval were to ask hard enough, perhaps they'd eventually discover this fact for themselves. Whether or not they did, however, was of no concern to the young witch...
"This way!" Boethiah marches across the sandy shores, with a contingent of colossal crabs following behind her. They clicked and clacked with their claws, chattering amongst each other while they follow their new leader. Not too much further down the shore is a makeshift camp, with smoke rising from a fire now turned to cinders. The large crustaceans form a half circle around the camp and begin to burrow for their much needed rest.
Boethiah plops down into the sand, sprawling out like a cat on its backside and looking up to the clouds.
She exhales, "this is nice..." Some peace of mind at last, on a world where she would master the spirits inside her; one at a time.
[member="The Slave"]
If a particular someone in the Primeval were to ask hard enough, perhaps they'd eventually discover this fact for themselves. Whether or not they did, however, was of no concern to the young witch...
"This way!" Boethiah marches across the sandy shores, with a contingent of colossal crabs following behind her. They clicked and clacked with their claws, chattering amongst each other while they follow their new leader. Not too much further down the shore is a makeshift camp, with smoke rising from a fire now turned to cinders. The large crustaceans form a half circle around the camp and begin to burrow for their much needed rest.
Boethiah plops down into the sand, sprawling out like a cat on its backside and looking up to the clouds.
She exhales, "this is nice..." Some peace of mind at last, on a world where she would master the spirits inside her; one at a time.
[member="The Slave"]