[ There screams the familiars let out sound so human... it really is terrible; he hopes she feels bad for killing them. ]
Indeed.
[ And just like that, behind her, is a man, and a voice right in her ear. Wearing beautiful purples and violets, hair back in a black bow, he's dressed like someone from the Victorian era... he certainly is reminiscent of a Prince. For a Witch... he looks surprisingly normal. Could this be another familiar? He is prepared if she attacks him, though--but ah, how could he resist? ]
My dear child, why are you so very determined to kill? There is precious little need for you to be on such a crusade, you know. Your life is only going to be spent alone. That is exactly what you are doing... playing a game with your empty life to make it a little more interesting.
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Indeed.
[ And just like that, behind her, is a man, and a voice right in her ear. Wearing beautiful purples and violets, hair back in a black bow, he's dressed like someone from the Victorian era... he certainly is reminiscent of a Prince. For a Witch... he looks surprisingly normal. Could this be another familiar? He is prepared if she attacks him, though--but ah, how could he resist? ]
My dear child, why are you so very determined to kill? There is precious little need for you to be on such a crusade, you know. Your life is only going to be spent alone. That is exactly what you are doing... playing a game with your empty life to make it a little more interesting.