Murder, she wrote.
Eltrys
"You have brought the judgement. Achyla what shall it come down to." Visionaires shifting towards the masculine once more. Not being able to recall if it was Achyla, or another. He didn't sound like him, but it didn't make her worry any less, she allowed saliva to drip from her maw, tainting the ground below her own mass. She may not be as big or brawny, but she was surefooted and fast upon her own legs. If that needed to happen.
Confusion, a blanket of it clouded her mind. Making the illusion seem more real than what it already was for the woman. Her brother was here to bring death knocking on her door as she had him. Was it right of her? Maybe...maybe not. She looked to the other. "Achyla, we end this now!" She wanted death to bring her down, wanted it, so the voices would stop. A tender younger vocals slipped threw her mind. But it was too late. 'It is not Achyla.. Hala. No need to speak to this stranger who seems to want to help.' What if it wasn't her brother, and she was snapping like this?
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