She sank to her knees then, her breathes coming in quick and heavy.
"When I was an adolsent drakk...I was forced to try to steal a something from a mudokons hunt or be accussed of a crime I didn't comment. But this mudokon was a powerful dark sorcerus...and she put this curse on me." She didn't know why she was being so open with her past with someone she didn't even know...but at that moment she didn't care. "The curse was that anytime I came into contact with someone via skin to skin, willingly or not...they would be thrown into a state of intense pain for a few seconds. Another part of it was that whenever I died...it would bring me back to life....so I am partically immortal."
She covered her face with her hands, sobbing now. "It made me more of an outcast then I already was...and for 300 years I have suffered...denied both true happiness and death."
She looked up at him then, tears running down her face.
"That's why I reacted the way I did...no one before was uneffected by the curse without having gloves or other covering on their skin. I am confused...I don't know whether to accept this sudden 'gift' or shun it...for it seems too good to be true..."
|