Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20190612045038/@comment-27049835-20190619185154

The pitiful former tyrant sat on his throne, eyes staring straight ahead, staring at nothing. His sword lay close by, but it certainly wasn't a serviceable weapon anymore; his dragging it about had made it dull, almost completely unable to cut through flesh. A few moments passed before he felt a breeze blow by. It seemed...familiar. It seemed feisty and yet, also sorrowful and betrayed. How he gleamed this from a simple breeze, even he didn't know. He just felt it. In an instant, he knew what it represented.

Someone had escaped the clutches of death. Someone he knew, but couldn't quite place his finger on.

Calamitas, sitting in one of Yuri's chairs, felt a similar breeze, smiling as it tickled her skin, before she realized that all the doors and windows were closed. Strange. The breeze definitely seemed like it came from the outside, but it couldn't have found its way in. She decided not to investigate; it was probably nothing.

A hooded figure takes one look at Calamitas through one of the windows, then turns around and walks away, silently pledging never to see her again, until she was ready.