"My people, the Lost, we tend to age well." Erin offers a wan smile and touches her pointed ear. "...We start human, completely and totally human. Each of us ends up in captivity as the property of the gods of nightmare, either stolen personally or sold to them. They hurt us, torture us in ways that natural law simply could not permit, and by those tortures we are changes into what we are. Most free Lost escape. I tried to. It didn't end well." Erin shakes her head. "...So when I say my people I mean that most of my commissions were to return my fellow victims to bondage after they had already escaped."
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Date: 2022-11-28 08:20 pm (UTC)