mary had a little lamb
its heart was black as coal
Indeed they are human, or seem to be. A man—a boy more likely—all legs and arms. He gasps for breath, hardly moving at all as Amalia comes to him. His hands are shackled above his head and there is another around his waist. "I..ple..a.s..e..." His voice is grower weaker now. Perhaps he's in shock or merely has lost too much blood, hard to say, but he offers no advice on how to get him free. His stomach rumbles unhappily, and as he shifts, blood oozes from a long gash down the side of his stomach.
As Wessex's finger touches the light of the orb, it seems to leap towards her. Power rolls into her being, soaking her circuitry and drowning her in a bright haze of potential. But all is not well...her knees buckle as the orb seems to suck her towards it, her entire palm fixed upon it now, as it simultaneously draws and gives power...
Wessex HP: 199/259
As Wessex's finger touches the light of the orb, it seems to leap towards her. Power rolls into her being, soaking her circuitry and drowning her in a bright haze of potential. But all is not well...her knees buckle as the orb seems to suck her towards it, her entire palm fixed upon it now, as it simultaneously draws and gives power...
Wessex HP: 199/259
it crept into her room one night
and ate her fucking soul
LONGNiGht
