[Forsaken] NPC

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Just a short bit from the NPC that turned up to New Forest last game, tiny bit of backhistory on their situation.

The cell floor of the stone cell was cold beneath their bodies as they huddled together to keep warm, the water trickling down the wall did little to blot out the screams from the other chamber but did leave the air smelling vile. Still they held tight, savouring the time together, all the while knowing that they were only allowed it in order to make what was to come all the worse.

Sunset could smell the fear on her mate, the dried sweat and blood that coated his flesh and made the familiar scent of him foul. She didn’t know if there were other uragarum in this place, didn’t know how they had caught him. She did know what they had done though and the thought of it made her shake with barely controlled rage.

He looked up at her with worry in his eyes, urging her to be calm. These few moments together were precious things. He whispered secrets to her, tales carried from the other holding cell, rumours of some strange god that was taking pity on prisoners and freeing them, if for only a moment before death.

Sunset shook her head; she’d never leave him behind and could not bear the thought of not being with him when he died. It was said those that escaped for a time died when they returned. Still he held her close to him, stroking her hair with his unbroken hand, wincing against the pain in his broken ribs.

“If the god chooses you… if we’re together… just go, go and don’t look back”

Her mind spun at the notion and she whispered wounded arguments against it, how could he want her to leave him?

He frowned sadly and shuddered, he looked so pale, so weak now.

“I’ll be gone soon… I don’t want you to see it. I don’t want that to be the last you see of me and I don’t want the last thing I see to be you in pain… if you were there though I wouldn’t be able to look away.”

“Please, Sunset, if the god chooses you… go”

She wept then and pressed her face to his chest, unashamed of her tears. She agreed then to flee should the spirit take her, to run from his dying looks when next the Pure took them to the chamber.