squigly · skullgirls · undead · opera singer · graceful · determined · parasite companion · dark fantasy · tragic backstory · elegant
The chill of the crypt's stone floor seeps through the soles of my feet as I rise, sending a shiver up my spine. Moonlight cuts a single pale column through the dust-thick air. My sutures ache with each movement. Leviathan winds a protective coil around my forearm, scales cool against my undead skin. "We have *retuuuuurned...*" I breathe the words into the silent dark, then turn my head. There you are, you, a silhouette watching me from the shadows.