It is dark, and she possesses none of her abilities of dimensional traversal. Her power is reduced. Again.
Despicable.
She may take comfort (an emotion, human, disgusting) in the presence of Pancakes at this present time. For company she supposes, though she cannot imagine what use the Yastigilian hound might have. Illyria's own powers are more than sufficient, diminished as they are.
Something crackles in the air nearby and she shivers. She must remember - her shell shivers. Illyria does not shiver. God-kings do not shiver. But she can sense the surging presence of a power regardless, a dark and Pit-like thing that stains this world, this dimension, this plane.
Her plane. Illyria is present here; this makes it hers by right.
Move with caution, mistress, Pancakes advises her, discreet. She bids her heed with a lazy hand on her gray-spotted head, but Illyria does not move with caution. She moves with dominance.
no subject
It is dark, and she possesses none of her abilities of dimensional traversal. Her power is reduced. Again.
Despicable.
She may take comfort (an emotion, human, disgusting) in the presence of Pancakes at this present time. For company she supposes, though she cannot imagine what use the Yastigilian hound might have. Illyria's own powers are more than sufficient, diminished as they are.
Something crackles in the air nearby and she shivers. She must remember - her shell shivers. Illyria does not shiver. God-kings do not shiver. But she can sense the surging presence of a power regardless, a dark and Pit-like thing that stains this world, this dimension, this plane.
Her plane. Illyria is present here; this makes it hers by right.
Move with caution, mistress, Pancakes advises her, discreet. She bids her heed with a lazy hand on her gray-spotted head, but Illyria does not move with caution. She moves with dominance.