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@Heretic King The raw cries were swallowed away, only by the daily droll rumble of dragon roars the Thunderblacks were famous for. But inside one of the mountains, down a precarious path where foggy steam and hazes curtained any man's direction to navigate- lay her body, chained tight to the wall where she arched, naked and in pain.
It was the price to pay for misfortunate, and the price to pay for using
his magic to evade death. But certainly her cries warranted the want for it, the
need for death as all ills upon herself from her last visit to this cave were revisited, reanimated and had her writhing in the most intense pain.
Had she not been bound in chains she would have done it- cut herself, split open her head, broke her own neck
Anything. But all she could do was thrust and cry and wallow in her own mortal misery while her Shadow Master recharged in the dark.
All across her body the wounds from her adventure had reopened, coating her in sticky, hot stinging blood. Any magical pains returned, seering her, marring her and leaving her choking on screams and sobs in a pain that would last days, weeks...
And this time...
Over a month.
But once recharged, the pain slowly began to subside, the blood from her nose and wounds, waning, as she lay int he dark, smoldering cavern with labored breath. Had she any strength left, she knew it wouldn't matter, and soon darkness consumed her-
and all was quiet.
All was black.