PHOEBE
She snarled at him as he spoke to her, still gasping for air and hunched over on the floor. Her blackened eyes glared at the alchemist, any sign of the warmth that marked the midwife woefully absent in her gaze. Instead she looked a woman truly possessed, black drool mixing with his fresh blood and the dried blood from Sunjata covering her front, growling like a feral animal. As he turned and vomited she started to crawl forward again, eager for another bite and then...
She came to a full stop.
Phoebe blinked and looked back, and noneother than Pim sat there, holding her dress in his jaws. She snarled at him but Pim growled louder. Even when they stopped being drowned in their emotions these humans were dumb. Frey must have been really tired when humans were made.
She came to a full stop.
Phoebe blinked and looked back, and noneother than Pim sat there, holding her dress in his jaws. She snarled at him but Pim growled louder. Even when they stopped being drowned in their emotions these humans were dumb. Frey must have been really tired when humans were made.
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
