[[ Anyone is welcome to jump in, there is no thread order. Hayes may be recognizable to ex-Gallows residents, she's roughly of an age with Cade. Feel free to ping me and/or invent details as you'd like, there. ]]
The cellar door bangs open, and the creature opens its eyes.
Adamina Hayes might have been handsome, once. These days it’s difficult to tell. Gorged veins pulse across her features, those further obscured by small spines of crystal, like the points of a crown. There’s no armor, nothing down here that might be improvised as a weapon, but her limbs are heavy with crimson bulk — and the claws of her hands match marks torn deep into the earthen floor.
(The floor, scorched black and ruddy. Even at this distance, she radiates heat.)
"Please," When she speaks, the words waver, muddled and uncertain of their own shape. There's a second drone behind them, harsher: "Please don't."
group thread; talking to hayes
[[ Anyone is welcome to jump in, there is no thread order. Hayes may be recognizable to ex-Gallows residents, she's roughly of an age with Cade. Feel free to ping me and/or invent details as you'd like, there. ]]
The cellar door bangs open, and the creature opens its eyes.
Adamina Hayes might have been handsome, once. These days it’s difficult to tell. Gorged veins pulse across her features, those further obscured by small spines of crystal, like the points of a crown. There’s no armor, nothing down here that might be improvised as a weapon, but her limbs are heavy with crimson bulk — and the claws of her hands match marks torn deep into the earthen floor.
(The floor, scorched black and ruddy. Even at this distance, she radiates heat.)
"Please," When she speaks, the words waver, muddled and uncertain of their own shape. There's a second drone behind them, harsher: "Please don't."