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Sylvpix
It was carefully practiced willpower that kept her eye from twitching in disgust at the stranger's remarks. Such blatant disrespect irked her, but she masked it with a smooth, arrogant smirk.
"Don't worry
cupcake," she cooed. "I won't try anything that might defile your delicate little form. I prefer more substantial men, and I have much better...taste," she eyed his bloody, raggedy bandages and gauche skull ornaments.
"As for the state of my soul, it's already spoken for; put to better use that just existing without a job. The exchange may have gotten me eternal youth. Immortality without becoming one of those disgusting, rotting, liches. It was a great deal, if I do say so myself."
"And so, in terms of trying to consume it, I'm afraid you won't find it here," she pointed to herself. "Tough luck."
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Continlula
If there was one thing she couldn't stand, it was children, and shyness. A shy child was beyond her limits of patience. She sighed and rolled her eyes. They weren't exactly anywhere near civilization. Likely if the little thing kept going on by its lonesome, it'd be picked up by beasts or bandits or just get lost and die of exposure. Children weren't smart about things. She reasoned to herself that it wasn't as if she
cared or anything, but rather if the hatchling did die, she'd have to deal with the cleanup, and the tiny thing was much too small to be a useful undead servant. No, it was better it remained alive, and shoved off on the nearest town for care.
"All right, come here," she beckoned her over. "What are you doing wandering around, and where is the nearest town I can escort you back to?" She
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azullmar
"Oh my, aren't you...oddly informed," she said, the room they were in decorated in lush purple, black, and gold decor. They were tasteful and elegant, and the Coatl was lounging on a pile of comfortable satin pillows. Unlike other necromancers, she had standards. No dirt, bones, or grossly body parts in jars anywhere to be found. No, she liked her manor to be presentable.
"Well congratulations, child," she said with a smirk. "You managed to somehow stumble across the manor of one. Surprise, we look like everyone else. Well, except the fanatical ones. They're too obvious for their own good."
"My magic just came to me one day. I suppose I was born with the talent," bragging was something she took every opportunity to do, and although she didn't particularly like children, her vanity overcame her. "I've raised a lot of things. Old pets, great grandfathers and even the progenerators of our family line. Of course, I couldn't tell if they matched their old portraits. They were nothing but bone by then," she grinned.
