The Sentinels good morning, worm, your honor

the name means nothing to iliksis; it certainly did not mean the name of a daedric god -- he assumed the name belonged to something mortal, for iliksis believed in no gods save death.

he was still wanting; part of him was left unsatisfied, but he ignored it in favor of studying the bizarre change that seemed to cloak the girl's features.

she had made this a game. iliksis could play this game -- particularly if the game was long, and involved great chance of ruin. he shifted his hind end under him with his tail wrapped around his toes, and looked back at the defiant girl in a mirrored stare.

her threat seemed to fall around them, settling much like the ashes and the doom they foretold of the sentinels. he was not afraid of her threats and lurched his weight forward as he spoke. "then it will be a death i deserve, for i will touch you again." he answered darkly, sure that he would find himself touching her once more -- whether she liked it, or not.