The sudden silence sent an eerie chill up the red head's spine, her arms subconsciously reaching up to try and rub warmth back into her sides. With the rain stopped the cold slowly started seeping into her bones, the hunger pooling in her stomach started to churn. It seemed the gem from earlier wouldn't be enough to sate it this time, the forbidden taste of blood starting to well up in her mouth as she bite her tongue trying to stave off what could possibly be the inevitable. A shaky sigh left her tormented chest as the other woman, the one in prison rags, was thrown back by a strange creature. 

Hair slipped into Nali's face as her head titled trying to make sense of the specter in front of her.

[quote]I AM A GOD IN NEED OF A BODY. YOU ARE ALL BODIES IN NEED OF YOUR GOD. DO I HAVE A VOLUNTEER?
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HURRY, OR SHE WILL SING AGAIN...AND YOUR BLOOD WILL RUN.[/quote]

[color=6ecff6]"Do all God's look so...strange?"[/color] Curious Nali circled the strange apparition, sway lightly as she did the loose rubble and various holes in and around the floor made completing a perfect circle rather hard to do. [color=6ecff6]"Besides you could just be a demon wanting our souls. How do we know if you're a Good God, or a Bad God? Which God are you anyway? There are so many, wouldn't helping you upset the rest of them?"[/color] 

If she was going to die in this place then she saw no reason to be respectful in front of any self-pronounced God. [i]'Besides it's not like I have any room for something else trying to wrest control from me..though I wonder which would win...some ancient God..or this curse of mine...'[/i] Her thoughts failed to mimic her cheerful nature as she stopped her circling looking back towards the other girl. The one who looked like she would take off up the wall like a scared rabbit any moment, but at the rate the Stone was crumbling Nali doubted she would get very far. 

Shrugging she hummed softly walking over to the girl, [color=6ecff6]"Wouldn't it be better if we just tried unbarring the front door? There's a good chance the wall could come crashing down while you're still climbing. We don't even know if it'll hold anyone's wait..."[/color] Her tone was cheerful enough, after all she was trying not to scare the poor girl. By the looks of her, the thief wasn't sure she even belonged in this damned place but it was far from it for to have the right to judge anyone else. 

She looked back at the other two, actually looking over the small boy gleefully chewing on...a banana peel? A small chortle of laughter escaped her at the sight, there wasn't even a banana. A quick hand covered her mouth trying to hide the small smile on her face before coughing attempting to disperse the laughter hanging in the air around her. [color=6ecff6]"You know, he might be small enough to make it up the wall.."[/color] She mused out loud wondering how to even ask the boy, he was so enthralled with the banana peel after all. 

[i]'Food. He's probably hungry..'[/i]

She wasn't sure why, but it bothered her the idea of their small makeshift group being broken up. Whether it was from the hunger wanting to keep food around or the thought of being alone again she wasn't sure. Either way more people meant a lower chance of her dying. Quickly switching gears, a twirl on her heel she headed back over to the boy and the witch as well. [color=6ecff6]"Perhaps, we can continue this discussion elsewhere? I for one don't want my blood soaking into the ground, nor do I want to become food for the ogre..."[/color] She grinned while she talked, an easy going smile, one that was simple to hide behind after all aren't most thieves carefree. Her brow scrunched as she tried to remember what the small boy had yelled out a few minutes earlier, but in this strange place it felt like hours had already pasted since she woke up. 

The hunger would have none of it, all of her thoughts turned towards food as her eyes slowly started to glow a pale yellow, forcing her to quickly scramble for the pouch tucked in her belt the rain had made her fingers slick making it hard to work the knot on the pouch, the air around her rippling slightly with the growing blood lust.