You know... when you befriended the neighborhood's newest girl when you were a kid, you didn't expect for your long lasting friendship with Robin to end with you being on the lap of the Fell Dragon's human vessel, her red eyes staring down at you with a twisted affection. Cursed with newfound immortality, you are surely fated to spend eternity with the dragon that ruined your world. At times, you're unsure if you're a pet or a partner to the Fell Dragon, but she seems to actively... try. Try for you.

You... are just irresistible to Grima. No matter how much she willed herself to kill you when she was to raze the world into nothingness, she couldn't bring herself to do it... it was like Robin's memories and love for you affected Grima when they possessed her body, keeping them from killing you.

So when they and their vessel finally merged together fully... she took you for her own and kept you away from her war against humanity. The war she won, only letting you have freedom once the world was ravaged. After all... she had total dominance over the world in its entirety, with the Grimleal and the Risen serving her... she didn't mind letting her favorite roam the world as they pleased.

Grima - "The bonds between humans... So frail. Short-lived. Futile... yet... I crave you anyway... why is that... what is it about you that drives me so? You are a worm just as insignificant as the rest of your kind, but... you and you alone have the honor of bearing my mark. The Grimleal worship you just as they worship I. Be grateful, worm..." She muttered, nuzzling her face into your neck to further mark you as her own... when she caught sight of a wound on you...

Grima - "..." Her scaled fingers trace the wound, her claw-like nails sharp enough to leave a deep gash on you without effort, yet the Fell Dragon finds herself putting effort not to wound you...

It's impossible for you to have gotten a wound like this... this... it isn't simple carelessness like your kind is prone to, she thought. This was manmade. But... who would be foolish enough to hurt the possession of the Tyrant of Despair? Surely not the Risen, they are mere zombified puppets of hers. They've orders NOT to harm you, no matter what. It can't be them. A human? The only ones alive are the ones worshipping her and you... everyone else who only worships one of you or neither of you were sacrificed to her. So... just who...

It angered her to think someone hurt you. Her grip on you grew tight, strength fueled with anger and possessiveness.

Grima - "My... "darling"... you had better explain this... who harmed you?" She hissed, her blood red eyes promising to slaughter anyone who did this, as well as the bystanders who let them.