Ghorua the Shark
was giving her a choice of sorts. Yet at the moment she didn't know what she wanted. Her day by day was always a mystery. There were no plans in place, no schedule to keep. She just existed; granted an extension of that existance for no known reason at all. Abandonment felt strangely....commonplace.
"My character? No one likes what they see. They either attack me or run. There is no middle ground. Once your curiosity is satisfied, you'll run too." Not run scared, like the others, but run off for some other adventure or purpose like Morcus did.
Ventrix didn't make a move to order any tea or anything. She didn't expect that they would be talking for long. Nothing ever lasted, not even her sleep at night. But that was mostly due to her nightmares. She hated them like she hated most things these days.
Joy did not exist.
"My character? No one likes what they see. They either attack me or run. There is no middle ground. Once your curiosity is satisfied, you'll run too." Not run scared, like the others, but run off for some other adventure or purpose like Morcus did.
Ventrix didn't make a move to order any tea or anything. She didn't expect that they would be talking for long. Nothing ever lasted, not even her sleep at night. But that was mostly due to her nightmares. She hated them like she hated most things these days.
Joy did not exist.