Neverwinter Forest Army of angels

Gah sorry for the massive delay.

As Cthulhu looked up in response to the sharp sound of a voice, she found that her vision was blurry and her head felt full of something viscous. Her ears were ringing. These were surely signs that she was being possessed by some otherworldly being, a monster no doubt, though Caiaphas' claim that she was a godly demon did come to mind. She didn't have the capacity at the moment to think much of that, for she'd just noticed a larger male wolf, surely the one who'd caught her attention, and her faculties left her.

She crumpled on the ground, subservient. Mordecai could kill her in one fell swoop if he chose to. Cthulhu was almost too hungry and exhausted to care if he did, though there was a small part of her deep inside that fluttered fearfully at the notion of death. She didn't want to die—she didn't want her soul to be taken by monsters and tortured in the underworld. She didn't want to be stranded without an afterlife. Limbo was not for her... yet she was beginning to draw close to the brink of life. Even she knew it.

She opened her eyes slowly and stared up at Mordecai, but was unable to summon the strength to lift her head and ask him pitifully, as she had asked many before him, if he would spare her food.