Diffingo pt.2 // Closed
erebus-richter
A week had passed, letting the newest compulsion settle within Galadrielle’s mind. How ashamed of herself she had been once the truth had been revealed to her. Yet, Léon had once more protected her and for such she could not find anger or a will to be angry at what he had done to ensure her survival. But compulsion was not enough and she understood that she needed to be trained once more.
She knelt before the one who had been willing to do it; one who would not abuse such power and would not become affected by emotions; Erebus; her anchor.
They were in the woods outside of Covaire, their preys two miles away, camping without any idea of their impending doom. Galadrielle needed to be unleashed to learn control and to lose the need of her Pandora’s box. And only while she hunted or tortured could this happened. Thus why they were here.
She patiently waited for Erebus to explain how training would go and what he would expect from her in this session. He kenned of her habits when she hunted for he had hunted with her on several occasions before; he would know how to handle her. She was certain he would use the ropes and different unknown objects he had brought along upon her; it thrilled her.