Seeing her prey disappear, she growls out of frustration. "Sterner
don't touch the necromancer! He's mine!!" She transforms in her
human form to get out of the house, ignoring Cosima.
Lunara was a flash of black as she approached her friend. Her eyes
were violet and dark blue: anger and sadness, ¨I am not under a
spell. You need to learn how to forgive."
*Shetner doesn’t care what’s going on. He just grabs Lunara and the
necromancy by the neck and throws them imto the ground.* LOOK AT
WHO YOU ARE FIGHTING!
Lunara let out a fierce snarl bordering on a roar scales bunching
up. Her heel slides in the dirt as her eyes turn pure black. ¨What
happened in the past should not matter!"she bellowed loudly, ¨If I
were to judge you by the past, if I were to never forgive you, I
would hate you for the rest of my night-guided life. But I don´t. I
forgive you everytime. Why is it so hard for you?"
Lunara knew her attitude was usually passive. She was willing to
fight for everything, but...maybe Perone was right. She had been
too passive.
Lunaraś scales bunched up fully, sharper than knives and she
shifted into her dragon form. Darkness swirled around her.
Her teeth glinted in the sun, and her answering roar of challenge
caused the whole earth to tremble. Her wings reared wide
Inside, she felt heartbroken. She had meant for a passive
conversation. But this....this snap within her friendship
bonds...this hurt more than any wound her friends could give her.
And she hated it.
Lunara's scales bunched up as she stepped in front of the
necromancer but pleaded with Shetner, "Stop it. You know humans are
defenseless against our kind. Let me, us, go. I'm a creature of
night, born alone. Maybe that's how I should end it."
Lunara bowed her head submissively, "Relationships are terribly
weird...." Her wings shifted with the movement. In her mind she
said, "Even if I die, I want to say that....I forgive you. For
everything you did. I just wish you could do the same." Sorrow
pulsed down their bond
Soren uses his light as like a glove and takes a decently sized
sample. He puts it in a small plastic bag and gives it to
Elizabeth, “That should do.”
"Maybe...i should just leave." The dark dragoness murmered sadly,
"Would...would an exile be okay with you guys?"
Essie glances away at the sky, wanting to avoid eye contact.
Suddenly, she notices the position of the sun. She had lost track
of time in all her excitement.
Essie is only able to mutter a few choice curses before her
personality switches.
~~~
Isabel blankly looks down at the sample in her hands, and then to
Soren. This was... new. She supposes it could be worse though.
"Where am I? Who are you?" Isabel asks. Her voice is notably
quieter and less flat than before.
Soren now appeared even more confused, "It's a sample of corrupted
grass. Essie wanted to take a look at the corruption, so we came
here to take a quick sample."
Oh. Well, if Soren was referring to Essie, that meant he knew about
Elizabeth's corruption already. Isabel also concludes her other
personalities was probably doing more research, except with a
friend now. That was nice. Eliza needed a friend.
None of that really concerned Isabel though.
She yawns, wondering if her other personalities ever slept.
Probably not. They survived on coffee and energy drinks. Control
freaks.
"I'm tired. I'm going home," Isabel says.
She begins to take off before realizing she still has no idea where
she is.