Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150828011841/@comment-5583506-20150831185445

Evelyne overheard the discussion as she slowly drifted away, eyes half-open. She had no reason to be afraid though. Artik was with her. And he seemed oddly calm about the fact that his mistress was dying once again, as if he had gotten used to it.

She stroke him slowly across the fur, taking strenuous breathtakes with each passing second.

"You better be here when I wake up, furball", she said in a voice as weak as a whisper.