Azrael
They’ve never met Frey. They’ve never been to an event like this or a place like this either. It wasn’t even the scent that had drawn them in – their senses dull as they are – but it was the amount of people that seemed to be heading in the same direction that intrigues them. So they follow behind, a bit shy and reclusive, slipping toward the gathering as they hear what it’s about. A matchmaking event, for what they don’t really know.
But they’re good at following instructions and they do find a seat, their gaze flitting between the herald and those that have arrived – spotting only a couple of familiar faces, wondering if this was a good idea for them to even be here. It seemed like it was an Old Gods event anyway, perhaps… Perhaps it was a mistake.
Ah, but it’s too late now.
But they’re good at following instructions and they do find a seat, their gaze flitting between the herald and those that have arrived – spotting only a couple of familiar faces, wondering if this was a good idea for them to even be here. It seemed like it was an Old Gods event anyway, perhaps… Perhaps it was a mistake.
Ah, but it’s too late now.
shadows dance around the room,
i know their names, i carry their blood too
i know their names, i carry their blood too
