Bearclaw Valley djinn

stigmata wasn't at all expecting indra's folly - this time and place a far different affair from their first encounter that had stitched them together so seamlessly. the hunter stutter-stepped and launched himself into a flabbergasted chase he quickly forfeited. stiff and now visibly upended, stigmata turned a grizzled, ominous stare on the redleaf beta.

if there was a challenge there, it was hidden behind the blinding high-beams of his disapproval and frustration. she made him want to show her who was in control, but stigmata was never so tactless. he snorted - a sound of pure derision for her carelessness - and then turned wordlessly on his heel to follow the herd without the inkling of an invitation in his steps.