@lowsurvival || s.c.
hunger for revenge gnaws inside her corrupted soul. with nothing to lose and everything to gain, she follows the impulses of retribution. focus is wrapped up in this task when she comes across the woman. she isn’t aware of her at first. gaze is only on the zealot in front of her, back turned and she cares little for empty honors. her knife digs deep into his spine, can feel the demon inside her rejoice at the taste of a wicked soul. but he falls and there she is on the ground. nasya hungers for more but mags understands quickly this is not one of the evil men. rage melts, as if a switch as been turned off and her expression turns to one of concern and curiosity. mags kneels down next to the injured stranger. brows furrow and head tilts, free hand reaches out towards the other’s chin. lips part slightly but nasya’s voice echoes into the other’s mind instead “ 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥. 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵s. ”
