Will You Be My Deadman?

A soft voice was the call that drew her away from her thoughts. From her trip into what was normal to what was abnormal. The beast would breathe in sharply, looking up to gaze upon a figure she thought long since dead. The barbaric beasts that had slaughtered so many... How could it be? No... He was dead. Perhaps it was she who had changed her state of being. Perhaps she now too, was dead. The thought was almost peaceful, were it not for the pups that had stirred in her womb. Marina would hesitate, her eyes wide.

Her mind couldn’t decide how to react.

To be afraid. To laugh. To be happy. Her mind would go into a state of shock, her body trembling. Mouth went dry, her eyes bleary as she gaze at the young man that stood there so beautifully. So innocently. How long had it been? Gods, how long had it been? They had been but children.

“Great Nox...” She would breathe.