Search results for query: *

Aamon found himself impatiently waiting as he regathered his bearings. Feeling out for the piece of his soul that rested within the mortal he was somewhat surprised that the mortal's mind was still somewhat intact. This frustrated him greatly, he had always seen mortal's minds as such a frail...

The creature's mind was making quick recovery, pieces falling together as sand does through a hour glass. Memories were vague; shadows slipping deeper into the void, to remain unknown to him. Aamon, he recalled in greed was his name. This information wasn't nearly enough, he wanted answers...

The creature stirred for the first time in what seemed to be the ceaseless oblivion. His hunger was evident. This was new, all he could recall for the past aeons was the deep chilling cold that kept him in it's icy clutches. Being without physical form for so long has frayed his sanity past...