I don't know anyone named Velvet. [Yet.] The woman's name was Maltran. She existed long after your time, so I doubt you'd know her. Even for me it's been hundreds of years.
[What Rokurou says is true, though, and he nods along. Hellions could occasionally keep their wits, able to speak of their wants or their past, though more still had been lost to the bloodlust. Some toed the line between, fluctuating wildly back and forth, like Lunarre. The species was too varied to lump them all into one category.]
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I don't know anyone named Velvet. [Yet.] The woman's name was Maltran. She existed long after your time, so I doubt you'd know her. Even for me it's been hundreds of years.
[What Rokurou says is true, though, and he nods along. Hellions could occasionally keep their wits, able to speak of their wants or their past, though more still had been lost to the bloodlust. Some toed the line between, fluctuating wildly back and forth, like Lunarre. The species was too varied to lump them all into one category.]