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[blackgoat]

"Do you have children?"

The voice seemed to come before the lady, as if the question summoned her, rather than was actually spoken.

Small, demure in appearance, lovely in a way that quickly extended itself into the realm of disquieting. She seemed doll like, unliving and not quite made of flesh.

Little hands resting on a heavily pregnant belly, the woman draped in heavy Victorian dresses of stone grays, off whites and dull sky blues, with that porcelain skin and wild snow white hair, she'd almost look like she was trying to blend into the snow.

"If you do not, do you want them?"

Ah, so it was her speaking, the voice soft and sweet, if... off, in an odd way. A tone that crept up the spine and settled into the neck and base of the skull, like cold fingers pressed against the nape.

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[blackgoat]

Again, reminded, human children were so weak, so little. Pink little balls of helpless flesh that would suffer and die if not tended to.

Less like animals, more like plants.

"Is your complaint that any child you bear would be too helpless to attend to itself? My children are not born unformed, I bear only gods, and the servants of gods. Whatever is powerful enough to tear itself from my womb and fly into the universe." Her tone is softening, her expression becoming more tender.

"Poor creature, I understand now."

Weak, sickly children who can't take care of themselves, now she gets it.

[to_the_wolves]

What. Birthing Gods? Just who is this woman? It's enough to get Marie to take small step backwards in fear. She's seen a God destroy her world, but she's also seen benevolent ones here in the Nexus. This 'woman' swings more towards the darker side, if she so willingly talks about giving life to gods.

"I'm sorry to have gotten into this type of dispute with you." Another step backwards. "A simple misunderstanding, no more or less. I'll leave you to your day in peace."

[blackgoat]

"Indeed, it is no dispute. Merely a misunderstanding." She wouldn't be apologizing for anything she said though, apparently hardly having seen where she overstepped her bounds.

Marie took a step back, and she'd find her steps haunted, the endless depth of those void like eyes locked on her.

"Weak as humanity is, to truly carry to term one of our ilk would be impossible for you. Poor creature, frail thing, it would eat you from the inside out. Even the half breeds mother did not last long.

Perhaps I can still give a gift to you."

[to_the_wolves]

That stare. It's unearthly, not even comparable to the demons she once faced in the past. This isn't a good situation to be in and leaving seems even harder than before. Instead of trying to part ways, run in fear, she actually chooses to stay around in hopes that she can talk her way out of this conversation.

"What kind of gift? I'm not agreeing to anything. Not when I know that you transcend humanity itself. I don't wish to invoke your wrath either."