08-03-2018, 01:13 AM
She was here not because of necessity, but mere curiosity. Dissonance had piqued her interest, so here she was, once again treading the former grounds of the Elite. The place was in ruins, but the Daemon was aware that the tinier half-Daemon was scouting out a new home much like their old, if not better. Such a curious notion, indeed, especially after she had brought the group to its knees. It really was like a cockroach-- it would crawl back up even after one nuked it with everything they had. Nothing could keep it down or dead for too long.
Unfortunately, it seemed that even her last attempt had failed. It was nothing she thought of with remorse, however. Oh no, this would be far more interesting. If Dissonance did bring them back, how would they writhe and wriggle to survive in this cruel plane? Ecclesia could only wonder. The felid fox stood on the now dark and wet and torn carpet of the parlor. Once upon a time, it had been bright red, like blood. Now, it was a scrap of twoleg fabric, and a damn pity.
Unfortunately, it seemed that even her last attempt had failed. It was nothing she thought of with remorse, however. Oh no, this would be far more interesting. If Dissonance did bring them back, how would they writhe and wriggle to survive in this cruel plane? Ecclesia could only wonder. The felid fox stood on the now dark and wet and torn carpet of the parlor. Once upon a time, it had been bright red, like blood. Now, it was a scrap of twoleg fabric, and a damn pity.