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RE: below the fur coat - Aelia - 11/20/2025
let us see where the roll on site gets us before i post (editing in reply) // oh lawd she icky
Something — no, someone; Setemhotep stepped in front of her, halting her movements, and for a moment, she sees a spark in those sunstone eyes — Amaris? They remind her of him so briefly, she wants to reach out and stay with him in that moment, but the rotting corpse calls so delightfully. And all in all, it is not Amaris, only a replica of his eyes, and now that she squints, they are not the same shimmer of gold like her twin's. And like anyone in a trance, she is dazed,
You aren't Amaris.She muttered, simply disregarding him as she side-stepped, her former want of wanting to keep Setemhotep's attention had faded. And now all she is interested in is sinking her canines into the weasel's bloated carcass.
The hunger from the Highlands returns, the gripping skin across her ribs and the ache, and the body lying nearby is like the first food she's seen in months, and this pipsqueak isn't going to stop her from it. Even though bones in her body feel sluggish, weak, like a force trying to hold her back, she simply disregards them, like the emotions she had been feeling for months. It wasn't so hard when you had lots of practice. With diligence and practiced motion, she side-stepped Setemhotep, she'd been a decent warrior in her youth (if that meant evading annoyed crows after being the antagonist). After that, it was easy to cross the distance and take the first delicious bite of what The Five had provided her.
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RE: below the fur coat - Setemhotep - 11/22/2025
Skill - Seer
Lia, please, you must not—Feeble sesh struggled to bar her way, but could not bring himself to turn fang upon the wayfarer of Elysium. He saw it in her absent gaze there would be no deterrent, and knew then his own powerlessness to avert her fate, whatever the consequence would be.
Without a Priestly mantle, there were no spells he could work, here. He was only a bone-thin mortal, made witness. Could the Amaris she mentioned have done more?
Staggering to the side as she brushed him off, Hotep's ears flattened. A well of nausea burdened him as she sank teeth into the carcass, and he whimpered, but did not look away,
I hope the gods of Elysium yet have the power to free you of the binding you are now ensnared in...
took some liberty assuming if he tried to keep stopping her she'd just push him off but if I need to edit anything lmk <3