Literature
Rabid
Featuring Darling and NPC Lady Azrael Autumn, Year 778 Glenmore, The Heartshire PREVIOUS | NEXT “Tatiana! Princess Tatiana!” Tatiana scowled, turned her head in the direction her name was being called. She knew that voice. She also remembered telling the owner of that voice to not speak to her, or anyone else in her home for the foreseeable future. The princess narrowed her eyes, let out a bullish snort. It seemed Azrael couldn’t even do the simplest of tasks. Tatiana turned, followed the frantic calls. “What do you want, you old hag?” she asked once she saw the old doe come barreling towards her, Azrael’s blue eyes wide and full of tears. “It’s- Your husband! William. A-and Zyler-!” Tatiana frowned, apprehension pricking her gut. She stepped towards the doe. “Spit it out. What about them?” Azrael’s eyes were everywhere, flitting back and forth, practically doing somersaults in her skull. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and her words were stilted, as though she couldn’t