Nodding slowly, Wessex continues her analysis of the damage. “In the grand scheme of things, I’m fine, but that was a hefty chunk of damage all at once.” Then belatedly, she adds, “Are you okay? I’ve got healing if you need it.” Biting has truly become such a casual and necessary thing to the demigod that she thinks nothing of offering up an arm if it’ll help one of her siblings.
“I wonder… if I can get strong enough, could I outlast Remi? Or Ronin? With healing and fuck, I don’t know, making them attack me?” It’s an idea but not necessarily her best one. She shrugs a giant shrug and looks at Varus again. “Thanks for being game. I know I throw a lot of random shit you. And it ain’t all fun.”
“I wonder… if I can get strong enough, could I outlast Remi? Or Ronin? With healing and fuck, I don’t know, making them attack me?” It’s an idea but not necessarily her best one. She shrugs a giant shrug and looks at Varus again. “Thanks for being game. I know I throw a lot of random shit you. And it ain’t all fun.”
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
