Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170609225054/@comment-27550231-20170621044328

Multiple voices cry out at once and bounce around and echo longer than naturally possible. Each voice comes out in a different pitch and tone but they all come from the small humanoid blob that clings to Freya. It- no SHE no longer feels warm to the touch and the glowing eyes that littered her body now grow full taking what little light they provided with them.

Nezon let's out a wail that brings physical pain to Freya. A wail that no living or sane creature could reproduce or imagine. And with each passing second Nezon slips more and more into her natural state the room becomes more and more stagnant as the air becomes heavy and even more humid.

Her voice is fractured beyond comprehension and what few words she speaks echo out from the walls into Nezon as if an outside force was speaking them to her.