Phoenix Maplewood the healing of nations

not every soul who she encountered was so easily swayed, yet he was malleable. made so by his sadness, perhaps. was this what drew her forth from the forest of the dark? truly? had this been His plan all along? the swarm had left nothingness, it had been a purge. and now she was picking up the pieces of what was left - who was left - and making the world anew. yes, yes, this must have been the desire of raas all along! she smiled plainly at the dark man, feeling a jolt of energy pulse through her skin when he touched her, and breathed softly through her parted lips.

his voice was pitiful. it was perfect - he was perfect.

let me help you, she murmured, brushing her snout upon his dark fur as softly as she could, to give him comfort, but not too much. she could be the carrot on the stick. the daystar must have brought me to you for a reason, as she uttered one of the many names of her beloved god, her voice paled, and she bowed her had briefly, her cheek tickled by the darkness of his nearby fur. i was meant to find you, you poor thing. i will help you see the light. He must want something from you. you would not be alive otherwise, dear shadow.