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video; un: deathweaver
[ Koltira's somewhere near the Edrathe Ruins, standing beside a smoldering fire. His runeblade glistens with fresh blood, its runes pulsing as they slowly drink. Shadows obscure the corpses around the fire, though they seem to be monsters or other wildlife for the most part--deer, wolves, bears, and a few of the more exotic species, too. There's the occasional sound of bones cracking, flesh tearing, like something nearby is eating.
Koltira stares forward, his expression inscrutable, his cheeks smeared dark red. It's been a long night, but he's not satisfied. He's never satisfied. ]
The beasts of this realm do not sate me. They die too quickly.
[ He brandishes the gore-caked sword, raising it in challenge. ]
And the fighting dens are too restrictive.
[ His head throbs. His sense of self--never strong in the first place--feels like a loose floorboard. He's been stumbling through the past few weeks. The past few months, even. Ever since the riots. He scowls, baring vampiric teeth. ]
It's not enough. I need a true battle. One without limits, fought against the living. Fought against someone who can scream.
[ Unholy magic, sickly green in color, swirls around his body, limns his tall frame. ]
I stay in the ruins. If you can offer me a real fight, then come find me.
[ His grip tightens on Byfrost's hilt. He lowers the runeblade as his long ears flick back against either side of his head. His guttural voice cracks slightly. ]
Please.
Koltira stares forward, his expression inscrutable, his cheeks smeared dark red. It's been a long night, but he's not satisfied. He's never satisfied. ]
The beasts of this realm do not sate me. They die too quickly.
[ He brandishes the gore-caked sword, raising it in challenge. ]
And the fighting dens are too restrictive.
[ His head throbs. His sense of self--never strong in the first place--feels like a loose floorboard. He's been stumbling through the past few weeks. The past few months, even. Ever since the riots. He scowls, baring vampiric teeth. ]
It's not enough. I need a true battle. One without limits, fought against the living. Fought against someone who can scream.
[ Unholy magic, sickly green in color, swirls around his body, limns his tall frame. ]
I stay in the ruins. If you can offer me a real fight, then come find me.
[ His grip tightens on Byfrost's hilt. He lowers the runeblade as his long ears flick back against either side of his head. His guttural voice cracks slightly. ]
Please.
video; un: mantis
I cannot fight you. [Get that right out of the way first. She's not looking for a fight of any sort.] I am an empath. I can usually calm someone who is agitated, or give a sense of peace and contentment for a short while. It is only temporary, but maybe it can help until you find, uhm, someone who can help you.
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An empath? You feel it, too, then? The pain.
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I can only read people if I'm touching them. But I don't want you to be in pain if I can help.