Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190202000301/@comment-37523810-20190216011720

“You’d make me a subject of an Orderite king’s court.” She’d close her eyes. “I was born unable to feel love. Sure, I cared about my family, but I was never able to show affection. I was sent to a multitude of healers and apothecaries and herbalists, all of them saying that I had a rare sickness that almost never affects Mamono, but each of them failing to cure me.” The whole realm would shrink and dim into a small room, with wooden toys on the floor and drawings with multicolored styluses. On the floor sat a small Ghoul, probably six years old, and holding a stuffed animal in her hands, looking at it with a blank yet confused face. Sarubi continued with the story. “I didn’t have any friends, I didn’t own any pets. I was a hopeless case. BY the time I left my parents’ home, I had no idea what my purpose in life was. I knew that I was supposed to find a man and get married and have children, I wanted to want to love someone.” The scene went back to the hilly realm. “I eventually found myself at the seat of Hel’s council as a representative of Ghouls, since I couldn’t do anything else...”