[Koltira had expected an interminable stay in this place. That thought alone made him restless; worried. A prolonged confinement, particularly among the living, would not end well for him -- nor for anyone around him.
But it was all right, for now. He has mastery of himself.
At least, he thought he did.
Koltira's gravelly, echoing voice is an eerie murmur over the feed, repeating several times.]
They've returned -- they have returned --
[He clutches at his temples, and his blue eyes go wide. The lichfire blazes, sends sparks of icy flame skittering onto the floor and sparking on the walls around him. On his knees, Koltira starts to howl.
His nails, dug deep into either side of his head, begin to draw black, viscous blood.]
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But it was all right, for now. He has mastery of himself.
At least, he thought he did.
Koltira's gravelly, echoing voice is an eerie murmur over the feed, repeating several times.]
They've returned -- they have returned --
[He clutches at his temples, and his blue eyes go wide. The lichfire blazes, sends sparks of icy flame skittering onto the floor and sparking on the walls around him. On his knees, Koltira starts to howl.
His nails, dug deep into either side of his head, begin to draw black, viscous blood.]