[ there’s not much time. the battle has already begun in earnest, and though dextera will join it soon in defense of his comrades, there’s one person he feels he must address after his conversation with akua. a public execution, this brutal display—howl must feel pained by it, too. he can’t condone this violence. dextera wants to believe that he can sway howl in the middle of the chaos, or if not sway him, at least…
at least make sense of what happened last time. are they truly enemies?
achamoth is a sprawling, frightening city, but dextera manages to find a small alleyway to duck into. with the achamite guards down for the count under the influence of the great beast, it’s easier to hide than dextera would have normally expected. cautiously cradling his shard, he calls out to howl; if nothing else, dextera can hopefully pull him away from a battle he shouldn’t be fighting. ]
for howl.
at least make sense of what happened last time. are they truly enemies?
achamoth is a sprawling, frightening city, but dextera manages to find a small alleyway to duck into. with the achamite guards down for the count under the influence of the great beast, it’s easier to hide than dextera would have normally expected. cautiously cradling his shard, he calls out to howl; if nothing else, dextera can hopefully pull him away from a battle he shouldn’t be fighting. ]
I’m here. Please let me see you.