“WOLVE!”
Pitch looks over his shoulder as Jack runs towards the fallen Commander. “Ah, Frost.” His lip twitches up.
“What did you do to her?!” Jack shouts, raising his staff.
“Do?” Pitch asks, amused. “Why, Jack. I made her better.”
The spirit stared.
Pitch rolled his eyes. “She embraced what you didn’t. She has taken the invitation you threw so carelessly away.”
“Jack!” Another voice, the Antivan lilt giving away who it is. “Jack–” Zevran stumbles to a stop just behind Jack and stares. “…no.” He whispers, shaking his head.
“Ah, Zevran.” Pitch smiles. “Do you like her new look?”
Something inside the Antivan snaps, and without a second thought he charges the Nightmare King with a furious roar.
Originally made August 2015
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