they say I did something bad, so why's it feel so good?
"And if I'd like it to end with tears?" The priestess wonders, one of her eyebrows arching in a silent taunt. As his body grows cold Charlie's grows warm, her thoughts now gilded with flames that licked up and down her mental walls. "Besides, you've come into our lands to take something." She murmurs warmly, her blue eyes dropping once again to the memory mud before her fanged smile reappears and her chin lifts. "Seems only right that you give something back."
If there was ever any question as to whether golden retriever energy applied only to Charlie's boundless stores of enthusiasm, it most certainly did not. She was just as stubbornly determined as goldens could be, though her mind was tempered by some rationality.
"Either a few minutes of guided worship, or a drop of blood." Charlie bargains. "It's what Dygra would want." She'd even offer a fang or the tip of her horn if the captain was inclined to go that route.
If there was ever any question as to whether golden retriever energy applied only to Charlie's boundless stores of enthusiasm, it most certainly did not. She was just as stubbornly determined as goldens could be, though her mind was tempered by some rationality.
"Either a few minutes of guided worship, or a drop of blood." Charlie bargains. "It's what Dygra would want." She'd even offer a fang or the tip of her horn if the captain was inclined to go that route.
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
