For Grace, I go

Send me a fear and I’ll tell you how accurate it is on a scale of 1-10!

//Nasus hasn’t actually met with his brother again, so I’m going to go off of the idea of finding him again\

Send me a fear and I’ll tell you how accurate it is on a scale of 1-10!

Send me a fear and I’ll tell you how accurate it is on a scale of 1-10!

Nasus clutched the binding of one of his books a little tighter at the thought. The idea of his beloved library, his life’s work, being destroyed was devastating. Centuries of knowledge lost in an instant… it would be a travesty that would effect the entire world, and the future of its intellect.

“…”

Send me a fear and I’ll tell you how accurate it is on a scale of 1-10!

“The first several times it happened, it gave me quite a shock. Though there are a few of my more… luminescent acquaintances that frequently greet me in this way, so it has become a symbol of endearment in my mind”

Shimmering tears streamed down his face, their paths highlighted through the dampened fur. A swift kick sent half of the shattered table flying across his study as he screamed to the disembodied voices that have been plaguing him, “YOU KNOW NOTHING! He is a good man! He cannot stay lost forever… Nothing is lost forever…”

Send me a fear and I’ll tell you how accurate it is on a scale of 1-10!

The jackal paused for a moment. “It would be… odd to forget something. It would definitely be a new experience, and likely a precursor to something far more sinister. I know not if the amnesia itself, or what likely looms soon after scares me more, though the prospect does make me uneasy.”

Send me a fear and I’ll tell you how accurate it is on a scale of 1-10!

Nasus slams his fist down onto the table, rising to his feet in fury. The solid wood cracks and gives way under the weight of his blow, splinters falling helplessly to the ground in a heap. Pages start to flutter restlessly around with room as a breeze starts to form. “Do not try my patience, mortal. My brother can and will be saved. It doesn’t matter if I have to keep him restrained while I do it, I will reach back to that brave and noble warrior he used to be!”

Send me a fear and I’ll tell you how accurate it is on a scale of 1-10!

Send me a fear and I’ll tell you how accurate it is on a scale of 1-10!

Send me a fear and I’ll tell you how accurate it is on a scale of 1-10!

Nasus scoffed, “Well that’s rather asinine, don’t you think? Why would I ever be afraid of that. I can reach my own tail quite easily thank you.”The Curator reached behind himself to demonstrate, and froze immediately upon discovering that he, in fact, could not reach his own tail. His face filled with the warmth of his ascended blood rushing to create a rosy blush on his skin, invisible beneath his fur. However the shock and embarrassment was clearly displayed in the jackal’s eyes.