(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"Sh-shut up, da," she hissed beneath her breath. Annah bit her lip. Her
hands gripped her tail to keep it from flicking about nervously. No more
than three feet away two of those those massive black guards loomed. She
could take out one in a surprise attack, flee from the other, but she was
trembling too much to believe she wouldn't miss.
"I'd thought you'd come for me..." Pharod wept, "What good are you if you
can't steal your poor old father away from his fate? After all the kindness I'd
given you, this is how you repay me?"
Annah bit her lip. She clenched her stomach, pressing all the terror and pain
into a little ball deep inside. A little longer now... the shadows were moving
away.
"I never should have taken you in if this is how you would repay me. You
were an accident. A stray dog I allowed to follow me around..."
This was her chance.
Soft boots padded soundlessly as she took to a crouch, slinking away on
hands and knees away from the shadows; away from the past.
"No! No, Annah, don't leave me again!" the voice wailed.
Annah swallowed hard, trying to forget.
"I love you, da..." she murmured.
The walls of the next chamber were charred, and acid corroded the stones.
She recognized the damage like it was a signature. Tch- bloody idjit probably
bumbled into 'em.
But at least she was closer. Her eyes glanced at every corner, scanned each
hall for movement. Nothing she could see, but still Annah slid from pillar to
pillar, keeping herself well hidden. For once she regretted the way her
leathers were cut. The icy air was sucking the heat from her flesh, and
pinpricks of the chill nipped at her skin. It was so cold here...
a voice boomed, echoing through the
halls. Annah turned in shock, gazing up at the mass of floating knots and
strands. It looked like stretched sinew flapping from a stray dog's bone,
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