💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment (of-the-detested)
Silent gesture starters.
Sword all but forgotten in the snow-covered cobbles, the rat servant stood there, inhaling the icy air and not feeling its sting in their lungs whatsoever. Before them, the scorched figure of a knight of Irithyll writhed and groaned, cooking in their armor. Steam billowed forth from the half-alive remains, and the stench of burning hair and seared flesh wafting up in clouds of dense smoke.
A gnarled hand twitched, reaching toward its fallen weapon, to which Mire took grave offense-- with a sharp grunt, they summoned another pillar of flame from the earth and burnt all the flesh out of the armor, blackening the area for several feet under their boots. This was the price for assaulting their master-- with fire, no less! Seeing the very thing they had used to bring peace and protection to all of ratkind turned against their King sickened them so deeply that they could hardly see straight.
Paying no mind to the carnage, the Rat King bent double and licked his flame-bitten hide, the flesh underneath the burnt fur tender and pink. He watched the knight Ser Selen try to drop a hand delicately on his servant’s shoulder. They whirled on her, pyromancy licking up their arm to the elbow, but stopped, and stared for a moment. In silence, their shoulders slackened, and their attention turned back to the cadaver, as if prepared to set it ablaze once more, should it dare to move.















