KALT
RAVENSHIRE
The god of death came, a foreign tug towards the deity blossoming in the assassin’s chest, but still, he kept his footing where he was. Even at Mort’s compliment, Kalt remained as he was, merely giving a small smile and nodding his head in thanks. Admittedly, he was struggling a little bit for words for the...well, it was very uncommon that it would happen.
‘I’m not anyone.’
Ashetta would feel the turmoil that conflicted so deeply with that statement, just as clearly as Kalt felt how genuine she was being when she said that. She would feel the disagreement that he sent her way, but he didn’t speak, as Mort countered what she said. Again, a small smile crept on his face. The god of death…
When she looked back at him, he met her eyes, feeling the pain and dread that spread through her, drawing his brows together, but he definitely didn’t expect her to just up and throw it away! “Ashe…” he breathed into her mind, something that could only have been described as shock settling over him. “You’re giving up eternal life.” As if she didn’t know that, but he couldn’t understand why she would so willingly and quickly give up living forever..
‘I’m not anyone.’
When she looked back at him, he met her eyes, feeling the pain and dread that spread through her, drawing his brows together, but he definitely didn’t expect her to just up and throw it away! “Ashe…” he breathed into her mind, something that could only have been described as shock settling over him. “You’re giving up eternal life.” As if she didn’t know that, but he couldn’t understand why she would so willingly and quickly give up living forever..
aftermath of something lethal
an echo of inflicted evil
