#violinesse

@violinesse liked for a one liner.

one moment, nepharia had just finished consulting with a fellow true soul, the drow, minthara, about the cambion using the prisoner’s scent to sniff out the location of the grove that way. in fact, she was about to take off to do just that, when the next moment she suddenly found herself— slightly befuddled? the voice of the absolute was abruptly silenced, and that pull of the most intense devotion to anything she’s ever felt was severed. it doesn’t take her very long to realize that someone, something, was fucking with her. she would have never forsaken her own life, her own eternal soul, on the whim of some god. the only person nepharia has ever worshipped as been herself, and she quickly makes the connection to the tadpoles. the fucking mind flayers. whatever parasite they infected her with had to be the culprit.

she doesn’t have much time to process her next steps before being approached by the strangest group of people, who she quickly dismisses. adventurers. do - gooders. she doesn’t have time, for she’s going to be turned into one of those grotesque, tentacled freaks any day now. as the girl continues on about secrets and treasures, the cambion can feel her impatience building the pressure within her frantic chest.

hells, it fucking stinks here, she’s surrounded by disgusting goblins and cult members, ‘ listen, i’m going to be frank with you— i’m having the worst fucking week, and i don’t have time for— ’ before she is able to finish, her words are cut short by the connection of the tadpoles amongst the strangers before her.