dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
“You mean the way you came to talk to me before giving your fluid and upgrade to Deimos?” she challenges, voice harsh, sneering, demanding he account for his sins, which to her are manifold. The Time For Talking is over. The Time For Talking was over when he chose to leave the flock. Had he wanted to, she would have tried to talk then, would have tried to make him see the light, see the love their Lady had for them. She would have been a good shepherd if he’d wanted to talk - but now? Now, too much damage has been done and the Wraith begins to see red.
“Or how I'll never get to talk to Clem again?” Baring her fangs with a lip curl, she does not leap at him outright but does jump forward, aiming to land in a squat with her hands on the ground and then sweep Sam’s legs out from underneath him, like some kind of freaky Ascended ninja spider.
“Or how I'll never get to talk to Clem again?” Baring her fangs with a lip curl, she does not leap at him outright but does jump forward, aiming to land in a squat with her hands on the ground and then sweep Sam’s legs out from underneath him, like some kind of freaky Ascended ninja spider.
