(The Lich King's curse is what keeps me animate, John. It is inescapable, until what is left of this life is forfeit.)
[Her fingers flex and clench, wriggling away from the feeling of her fingernails being pried backwards. A familiar sensation, one that makes her skin itch. But, resolute as ever, she holds and focuses on Murphy's failed attempts to center himself, using it to stay in her own mind. To keep her from collapsing into that feral animal that could not help craving his blood.]
(My kind will always be bound to him, in some fashion. It is the nature of the curse, part of our biology. He may not be here to hold the leash, but...just as you must eat to survive, so must I.)
[Starvation would not kill her, but it would drive her insane just the same as it would any other creature. And reliving it, being reminded of the weight, it pulls at her. The sound of Murphy's heart pounds in her ears, echoes through her skull.
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[Her fingers flex and clench, wriggling away from the feeling of her fingernails being pried backwards. A familiar sensation, one that makes her skin itch. But, resolute as ever, she holds and focuses on Murphy's failed attempts to center himself, using it to stay in her own mind. To keep her from collapsing into that feral animal that could not help craving his blood.]
( My kind will always be bound to him, in some fashion. It is the nature of the curse, part of our biology. He may not be here to hold the leash, but...just as you must eat to survive, so must I. )
[Starvation would not kill her, but it would drive her insane just the same as it would any other creature. And reliving it, being reminded of the weight, it pulls at her. The sound of Murphy's heart pounds in her ears, echoes through her skull.
She stares at him -- hungry, still.]