Snippet #2769951

"That explains more than a few things at this point."

"I should say that I'm surprised to see one such as yourself, but this is Raven home and you'll quickly find that there are many wondrous things here. Though I think we can give your assumption a try, if you ever have the inclination."

Akhira licked her lips and tried not to yawn. This feeling of being drained made her sleepy, reminding her of poison. The kind that you unknowingly take and begin to fall under it's sleepy death.

"Also; You may want to refrain from that in the future. Especially seeing as you're currently in hiding from the guards, as that will only serve to draw their attention. Because I doubt the master gave you full leave to wield such power without restraint."

The dragoness let out a small grumble under her breath. "Where's the fun in that?"

"Worse yet, that could lead to someone else finding you instead and many of the people on this floor don't have a easy time with someone like her around."

Akhira blinked, and was a tad bit confused before understanding dawned in her eyes. She was sure that the ink master was now speaking of Chlorra, and if she wasn't... there was someone more sinister and disgusting than the Necromancer herself? Either way, it was best to heed the Ink master's warning.

Akhira ducked her head in a rare show of acknowledging someone else's words and wrapped her hands around her belly, trying hard not to let the 'feeling of less' bother her.

If she ever found out how to remove the black ribbon on her arm.... The damage and chaos she would cause would be a delightful thing.