06-19-2018, 02:25 PM
It is an impossible task to get the horrifying sight out of her head. No matter where her gaze lands, she sees their mangled, bloated faces and torn off limbs. The smell, too, haunts her, as if the sight enough wouldn’t make her feel sick in the stomach. Amore is nauseous, and unsteady on her legs, slowing Warrick even more down than simply binding him to the ground. But not a part of the ebony woman would tell him to continue without her, as he is the only thing that keeps her moving forward and prevents her from falling apart right at the spot.
Tears are shimmering in her eyes, and her body trembles as she stands at Warrick’s side. She leans heavy on his shoulder, unable to shake off how much the sight of the girls affects her. Who would do such a horrible thing? Amorette cannot wrap her mind around it, wondering what they must’ve done wrong for the fairies to allow such evil into their world.
No, not the fairies. They, themselves, had allowed this kind of evil to settle. And thus it is their task to deal with it.
Amorette silently listens to first Brennen speak, then followed by quite a few different rules that she does not know. If the setting had been any different, the ebony woman would’ve happily got herself acquainted, but there is no room in her mind for anything petty. Eventually Warrick speaks, her dark muzzle landing on his neck as to wordlessly support him. Right now, it is all she can offer him, as she is still very much on the edge of breaking down.
Tears are shimmering in her eyes, and her body trembles as she stands at Warrick’s side. She leans heavy on his shoulder, unable to shake off how much the sight of the girls affects her. Who would do such a horrible thing? Amorette cannot wrap her mind around it, wondering what they must’ve done wrong for the fairies to allow such evil into their world.
No, not the fairies. They, themselves, had allowed this kind of evil to settle. And thus it is their task to deal with it.
Amorette silently listens to first Brennen speak, then followed by quite a few different rules that she does not know. If the setting had been any different, the ebony woman would’ve happily got herself acquainted, but there is no room in her mind for anything petty. Eventually Warrick speaks, her dark muzzle landing on his neck as to wordlessly support him. Right now, it is all she can offer him, as she is still very much on the edge of breaking down.