Omake: Warm (Canon)
Omake: Warm
Warmth!
For a single, blessed moment warmth floods into your body, driving back the chill that had wormed its way to your very heart. The sudden rush of it, the sudden freedom from that soul killing chill, is almost painful.
In fact, there is no almost about it.
In fact, the warmth is more than a little painful.
You are, in fact, on fire.
It is more than a little agonizing, truth be told.
But oh the joy of being able to warm your bones by the fire, even in spite of the fuel of said fire.
I.E., you.
You appear to have lost a leg. Well, lost might be the wrong word: you're actually a bit spoiled for choice when it comes to the field of severed, charred, limbs to choose from, but none of them are attached to you is the point.
You also appear to be being trampled. A rather unpleasant sensation truth be told.
But oh the warmth. Its all worth it for the warmth.
A pity that Clear Voice wasn't here with you. She could have enjoyed the warmth too.
As your mind fades a final though echos:
Perhaps she's died in the breeding pens. Maybe you'll be able to find each other in the warm place.
@Questor
Warmth!
For a single, blessed moment warmth floods into your body, driving back the chill that had wormed its way to your very heart. The sudden rush of it, the sudden freedom from that soul killing chill, is almost painful.
In fact, there is no almost about it.
In fact, the warmth is more than a little painful.
You are, in fact, on fire.
It is more than a little agonizing, truth be told.
But oh the joy of being able to warm your bones by the fire, even in spite of the fuel of said fire.
I.E., you.
You appear to have lost a leg. Well, lost might be the wrong word: you're actually a bit spoiled for choice when it comes to the field of severed, charred, limbs to choose from, but none of them are attached to you is the point.
You also appear to be being trampled. A rather unpleasant sensation truth be told.
But oh the warmth. Its all worth it for the warmth.
A pity that Clear Voice wasn't here with you. She could have enjoyed the warmth too.
As your mind fades a final though echos:
Perhaps she's died in the breeding pens. Maybe you'll be able to find each other in the warm place.
@Questor
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