Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-26517142-20160829030206

Kathra had carried her off to an isolated conclave when she hears the Lioness roar in pain. She notices her making laboring breaths. "Miss... Please..... assist me.... he's... about to.... MMMPPPHHH!!!"

Struggling, I hear the pained strain of Matris. She was about to give birth.

Ozma continues to attack the Paths, who dodge and assault her to no end. As Doc erected his shield, I remembered Alcamarie's words..

I am only here because your friend the Doctor asked me to.."

HE  asked ME to be the curator of the Crucible, because its creation was his. And now, his dark form controls it, and has trapped me inside. The Doctor was desperate, and now you get to reap the fruits of that desperation..."

I stand. My vision went blood red in hate...

HIS fault...His fault, Jeiel...

I raise my bloodied hand....

... and call to the Paths.

"COME AT ME!! YOU WANT ME RIGHT??!! "

The Paths direct their gaze at me, as I ran in front of the shield. They stampede towards me.

"NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS.... DO NOT SAVE ME!!!" I scream.

What are you doing?

Atoning for my weakness, Circe.