Divine wrath, is what this was. Perhaps Galleth's God was real, but even if so, this goddess before him was true - but a pupae still, unchrysalized, not ready to form. But trashing in her coccoon to lash out at him. To hurt him. To make him bleed.
A dangerous, beautiful thing.
Still holding onto his collar, the fabric of his shirt slowly decaying away in-between her fingers, she inhaled abruptly, anger seeped between her teeth.
" I wish to oh so much, to rend your flesh apart with my teeth, to rip it off of your bone. But I cannot. You are claimed, Galleth, by another - one I do not wish conflict with. And yet, I will not let you go on easy. "
Raising a hand above her head, the insects crawling over her legs and robe, gathering her powers in her fingers, she proclaims, her voice loud and clear:
" Ser Galleth ! You have taken away from me and my kin the ability to feel safe in the lands confered to me by my ancestors, within the walls of my own home, in my hometown. In turn, I will take away from you that very same feeling - that of safety whenever you are, safety from me. I will haunt you wherever you go. "
" From this day on, you may never harm a child again. If the thought ever crosses your wretched mind, it will sear your flesh with pain akin to it rotting off of your very bones, a reminder never to intent to harm a child again. "
Then, she lets go of him, tossing him to the ground, as the vermin and insects scatter away. The heaviness in the air relents, and dissipates, as her hair falls down on her shoulders, a bit longer than before.
" That you have been made a servant is not compensation enough for what you have done to me, Ser Galleth. This curse can only be unbound by my hands alone, the day I forgive you for your acts. "
