Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171218143559

(S9/Sorsha)  Pinning Sorsha's arms and legs to the ground, Tirush leans in and  gives a loud snarl.

"Ingrateful!  I yielded rights to your kill, and now you challenge...?"

She stops, turning her head to recoil slightly at the revelation of Sorsha's dead, pale face. Her anger subtly fades into confusion as she looks over the Dragon Zombie's features for several seconds. She leans in and begins to smell her, bringing her face close.

"You...carry no smell.  You taste of nothing."

Her eyes fall on the healed, but badly mangled wound on Sorsha's neck, even as she continues to make her attempts ar speech. Tirush's anger fades completely, turning to shock, speaking almost to herself.

"You have no voice...you are of the Diïl'kh?"

Remaining on all fours, she crawls off of Sorsha, remaining crouched beside her. Her wings fold up and away as she props herself up with her long wing-arms. Reaching over, she wedges her large hand under Sorsha's shoulder and helps her to sit up.

"I...did not know.  Forgive.   I heard only your half-voice, and believed you came to take my kill.  You did not heed my warning..."