Jairus Starvald
Eidoloclast
[member="Evelynn"]
Outwardly Cerbera did not show any signs of discomfort or pain.
This did not mean there wasn't any, of course. Just as Evelynn's hand was burning, so was hers, the burn singing into her skin and ripping apart skin so raw flesh could touch raw flesh.
This was not exactly a sterile process, but considering the woman only just walked out of the Netherworld after so many years of being dead... the Sith assumed that it would be fine. Blood touched blood and the Vinithi hummed to herself softly as pain laced through her new companion's body.
It was a show of what was to come, a show of what a partnership with this one would mean for her.
If there was one thing Cerbera believed in it was the truth. In this regard pain was the ultimate truth, there was little you could hide within it, even if you were trying.
"Quite." The Alchemist responded calmly, before taking her hand back and taking a look at it. The wound was still charred, the edges blackened, but the simple diagonal cut would always remain there. As a reminder to both of them that there was always a cost for doing business.
"Come, we have much to do."
Outwardly Cerbera did not show any signs of discomfort or pain.
This did not mean there wasn't any, of course. Just as Evelynn's hand was burning, so was hers, the burn singing into her skin and ripping apart skin so raw flesh could touch raw flesh.
This was not exactly a sterile process, but considering the woman only just walked out of the Netherworld after so many years of being dead... the Sith assumed that it would be fine. Blood touched blood and the Vinithi hummed to herself softly as pain laced through her new companion's body.
It was a show of what was to come, a show of what a partnership with this one would mean for her.
If there was one thing Cerbera believed in it was the truth. In this regard pain was the ultimate truth, there was little you could hide within it, even if you were trying.
"Quite." The Alchemist responded calmly, before taking her hand back and taking a look at it. The wound was still charred, the edges blackened, but the simple diagonal cut would always remain there. As a reminder to both of them that there was always a cost for doing business.
"Come, we have much to do."