Swiftcurrent Creek they were lovers, you see

@Bazi:

gonna be vague about Tyrande's exact location since i'm not 100% where she'd be. set for tomorrow @ dawn

Yellowed ivories crushed a thin leaf of wild geranium into a paste, one that filled his mouth with a sweet flavour. The activities of the last few days had left him reeling with pain some mornings, and he cursed darkly the very marrow of his bones, the insipid roiling of his joints. What Jinx saw in him, he did not know, and laughed to himself over it.

It had been an eventful day — she was a bastion of emotions, a mess of a girl, and that was the way he preferred. Alternately assaulting her with his teeth and promises of a gruesome sacrifice, Lecter sought to break her mind, her very psyche.

And now he dipped the 'brush' of her collected hairs into another leaf that cupped a few crimson droplets. Her blood, her hairs, all bound crudely into an ugly little tool that Lecter presently used to painstakingly scrawl a rune onto the flat surface of a riverworn stone. It was slow going, and quite a bit of her fur was left behind as he cupped it between teeth and tongue to smear the blood upon the face of the rock.