sixth rune; death; audio; dated to saturday morning.

[deadelfwalking]

[Koltira's voice is even more guttural than usual, thick with gravel and pain. The strange reverberation is more pronounced, too; it's as though some other spirit hisses in echo of each word he says.]

I ask you--for my sake--for yours--do not come near my lake right now. [he pauses, exhaling raggedly.] Best ... best, in fact, to avoid the area around it in a several mile radius. For several days, at least.

Please.

[another short, gasping breath, and he's done.]

[OOC edit: koltira is now in his blood frenzy. you are free to approach him, action-style, but please keep in mind that the content of such threads may be triggering. death knights are sadists, and their view of violence is inevitably sexualized. OK? OK <3]

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[deadelfwalking]

[If this were any other time, any other time at all, Koltira would be extraordinarily concerned about Artemis's present situation. But right now he's literally too absorbed in his own suffering to pay it much mind.]

Yes. Of course. Thank you.

[sithiche]

Take care of yourself. Whatever that... entails.

[ And with that, he hangs up. And probably promptly falls back asleep. ]