mary had a little lamb
its heart was black as coal
Wessex's shadowy tendrils sweep right through the orb. Whether or not it is because there is no light strong enough to cast a thick shadow, or if this is some trick of the monster, is uncertain. It is most likely the latter, and if so, it is more than likely that it's drawing to draw her towards the center of the room.
"H..er..e..." The voice croaks towards Amalia. The thing, whatever it is, is only a few feet away. All she need do is step forward, reach down, and they'll be in her arms. It seems as though there ought to be more to it than that, and yet...? There are the chains to deal with though.
Good job looking so dashing Ronin, though perhaps you might lend a hand. Either of you.
"H..er..e..." The voice croaks towards Amalia. The thing, whatever it is, is only a few feet away. All she need do is step forward, reach down, and they'll be in her arms. It seems as though there ought to be more to it than that, and yet...? There are the chains to deal with though.
Good job looking so dashing Ronin, though perhaps you might lend a hand. Either of you.
it crept into her room one night
and ate her fucking soul
LONGNiGht
