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Her eyes linger heavily on you, remembering, measuring, and then finally, after a profound and visible concession of sorrow, turn away when she's drawn her final conclusion. "You've finally achieved what you've sought for so long." Her glance resettles upon The Empress. "They hold dominion over us no longer..."She motions to bound form of The Dreamer. ”We've taken their place."
With only a single step forward, The Empress seals The Broodmother's arms and legs rigidly outstretched. "You're mistaken if you think I've finished here."
The Broodmother's limbs twist and viciously crack with agonizing slowness into thin deep purple vestiges of what they once were before snapping off abruptly. She cries out in the truest expression of physical pain, as her limbs regenerate, just to begin the process of torment over again. Any actions of resistance have long since ceased. Finally, a quiet laugh of madness replaces her cries.
The Empress ceases her assault for the moment. "Speak if you have something to say. This is your last chance after all."
The Broodmother drops to ground. Her head turns to the masses of flesh making their way endlessly toward her. "You're only prolonging this, don't you know?" She gently whispers to all the moving flesh. "I've kept you safe for so long, I’ve given up so much of myself for you…Is this truly all you can do on your own?” She coughs raggedly. “Was all the enthusiastic effort to keep me safe, only just myself in the end?"
The flesh dutifully continues on its path, unanswering.
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Her eyes linger heavily on you, remembering, measuring, and then finally, after a profound and visible concession of sorrow, turn away when she's drawn her final conclusion. "You've finally achieved what you've sought for so long." Her glance resettles upon The Empress. "They hold dominion over us no longer..."She motions to bound form of The Dreamer. ”We've taken their place."
With only a single step forward, The Empress seals The Broodmother's arms and legs rigidly outstretched. "You're mistaken if you think I've finished here."
The Broodmother's limbs twist and viciously crack with agonizing slowness into thin deep purple vestiges of what they once were before snapping off abruptly. She cries out in the truest expression of physical pain, as her limbs regenerate, just to begin the process of torment over again. Any actions of resistance have long since ceased. Finally, a quiet laugh of madness replaces her cries.
The Empress ceases her assault for the moment. "Speak if you have something to say. This is your last chance after all."
The Broodmother drops to ground. Her head turns to the masses of flesh making their way endlessly toward her. "You're only prolonging this, don't you know?" She gently whispers to all the moving flesh. "I've kept you safe for so long, I’ve given up so much of myself for you…Is this truly all you can do on your own?” She coughs raggedly. “Was all the enthusiastic effort to keep me safe, only just myself in the end?"
The flesh dutifully continues on its path, unanswering.
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