Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140909202110/@comment-3293219-20140910220603

Azarath looked to the Breton, guiltily. She had told him this in confidence, something that truly disturbed her...

The Dunmer twitched his fingers before shunting both hands forward, wrapping them around the Breton's throat and gently crushing it, gazing into her face, to see what her reaction was.

Though she choked and did most of the natural reactions, there was nothing human in her behaviour, she just stared at him, like he was simply annoying her but there was no fear, no desire to push him off to save herself, maybe to preserve herself but that was for her mistress, not for her.

After a few moments, Azarath let go and stepped back, the red marks clung to the girl's neck as she returned to her docile expression...

"Well... I er... I guess there really isn't anythin' left in her..."