Thread: Cursed with Prophecy

she smirked a little. i'm afraid we have our own secretes. she admitted. we might stand much of a chance, but we do have a slim chance. I have my own theories about your father. she admitted growling a little. for one thing, I have to wonder why he didn't just kill Sear along with all the other Arkthorian's hmm? she mused, looking over at Ashalah. i'm sorry to say but I think your father wanted Sear to use as his own little weapon. she admitted calmly staring at the screen, for some reason she found Sear... irresistible, his form was so perfect, his aura as black as ink and his eyes as red as blood, power was attractive to her kind, she couldn't help herself, but that wasn't the only reason why she felt drawn to him, she could almost feel his despair. When she dropped and was caught by Slither she smiled weakly. shh Little one's.. I'm alright. she promised softly. just tired.. it's like he sucked out half of my energy. she admitted gently gripping Ashalah's hand. shh now, there's no need to feel guilty... the pain... I understand him now. she explained. i understand what drives him. or she hoped so. he said we would meet, eye to eye. she admitted. he intends to meet me in person, and soon I think. she explained before slowly getting up with Slithers help, and allowing the woman to carry her, unable to stay on her feet long enough to walk a step, let alone the twenty feet it was to her room. She looked up at Slither when she was laid on the bed, offering her a smile. thank you slither. she muttered softly, pondering the other woman's question before finally answering. he made me see the loss of everything that I hold most dear. she admitted softly. so I would know the pain of his existence, he who has nothing and no one but himself, may I have a drink? she asked hopefully. it's been so long since I fed live... she admitted, a little worried about hurting her daughter, but it was necessary. She gently took the mother's wrist and smelled along it, locating the vein before dropping her fangs, the four long sharp fangs slipping easily into Slithers flesh, sucking on the sweet, so sweet, rich blood that flowed out of her vein. Slither's blood, as always was so rich, tasting of so many good things, and best of all she could drink two or three pints without hurting slither in the least, Chandra's only problem was stopping before she hit that point. She had no trouble this time thankfully, and she released her daughters wrist, panting hard as she lay on the bed. thank you. she mumbled again before drifting off into an uncomfortable and nightmare filled sleep. Tank smiled at the other and moved over to the sink, filling a glass with water and offering it to her, not realizing that he probably should have gone and gotten some cold from the fridge. Ashalah not worry about Mother. he promised smiling at her. mother good, strong, brave. he promised offering her a smile. mother likes you lots. he admitted. slither and Tank and Emilee too. he admitted watching her. we protect Ashalah good. he promised. let no bad things happen. Ashalah good person, good character too. he promised beaming at her before shuffling out of the room, leaving Ashalah to her own devices. oh! Please no leave room without tank, Slither, or Chandra. he ordered. be very dangerous sometimes here. he admitted. big fights being sometimes, and being afraid of you they might. he admitted before pausing and leaving to go to his own room, which the bell would ring in since it was normally Emilee's room, but she was busy, and he was sure the woman wouldn't mind sharing a room with Slither or Chandra for a while.