+- Davian -+

I like cheese

*stops walking* Cheese? Now? *glances around irritably* We're hunting a magic stone, not grocery shopping.

*eyes flutter shut, body going limp* Not... like this... *the words barely a whisper as darkness claims me*

*She watches him fall under, a smile forming. Once his body goes limp, she grabs a sharp knife and starts carving, working into his soul-flesh as she tries to find the core. His blood spills red as she pokes and prods, giggling to herself in fascination as she studies the soul.*

*soul screaming in silent agony*