She had witnessed the devestation. She was there that night, in the alleyway when her great grandchildren were killed.
Every last one of them. Undead or not, Grandma had to speak with her grand daughter. Dominique. Pestilence. But first she had to find her.
Bale was out. The town devestated. There was nothing left. So the dragoness slid through the streets of the market. Waiting for the cover of darkness.
It was easier to travel with no crowds around.
A cant of her horned head as she eyed a manhole cover. While she would not fit down it, her voice would easily and echo along the corridors beneath.
Dom...Catching herself. She hated the name Pestilence, but she would use it, if only to find her grand baby. they needed to talk, before any more of their kin died painful deaths.
Pestilence!!!
Every last one of them. Undead or not, Grandma had to speak with her grand daughter. Dominique. Pestilence. But first she had to find her.
Bale was out. The town devestated. There was nothing left. So the dragoness slid through the streets of the market. Waiting for the cover of darkness.
It was easier to travel with no crowds around.
A cant of her horned head as she eyed a manhole cover. While she would not fit down it, her voice would easily and echo along the corridors beneath.
Dom...Catching herself. She hated the name Pestilence, but she would use it, if only to find her grand baby. they needed to talk, before any more of their kin died painful deaths.
Pestilence!!!