Dygra
Better late than never, right?
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The blood soaks eagerly into the rubies, which seem to take on a light source of their own, and with a sound not unlike a gentle sigh, Kiada will simply know she stands in the presence of a goddess. Her goddess, arguably, for the life of an Ancient is something the harpy would have had to have chosen.
Yet, that might still be up for debate.
"Sweet, dark child," Dygra purrs, her voice low and sensual, the shadows crimson and shifting by the ruby light. "I can spare a thousand moments for you, if that is what you wish. Speak your mind."
SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY
The blood soaks eagerly into the rubies, which seem to take on a light source of their own, and with a sound not unlike a gentle sigh, Kiada will simply know she stands in the presence of a goddess. Her goddess, arguably, for the life of an Ancient is something the harpy would have had to have chosen.
Yet, that might still be up for debate.
"Sweet, dark child," Dygra purrs, her voice low and sensual, the shadows crimson and shifting by the ruby light. "I can spare a thousand moments for you, if that is what you wish. Speak your mind."
