For the very first time in years, perhaps ever since that figurative crown had been laid upon her head, Derdlim Maulerd, once just a little wretch, a scavenger that scoured battlefields to satiate upon the corpses forgotten there- The foul little creature who had seen light in the art of feasting, who had been born without arising joy within anyone- For the first time since her rise to prominence, that crepitation, that small tingle that aches and hurts without every breath…
Fear, the excitement that arose when fright gripped one's heart amidst a battle, even the unknown quantity of The Unseen had not caused true fear to arise, but Horhir releasing this strange ability managed to do it instantaneously, smiling as the abomination that she had become rose to its full height, a mesh of all creatures she had devoured throughout her life.
