Firestone Hot Springs Cause you gotta guilty, filthy soul

it surprised her that, in all her wanderings, all her time in Teekon, she had never found this place. she stepped soundlessly between the pools, maw agape and drawing the thick, humid air into her lungs. in the gathering coolness of evening, the stream from the pools wreathed around her tightly, tendrils of smoke reaching out to her, begging her to let them pull her into the mist. but there was another scent here, one that reeked of carrion, but too of life. 

the woman followed it, moving like a wraith through the mists, until she stood at the brink of a pool, larger than the rest. but it was not the pool that stole her gaze, but the male that lumbered within it, and the gaze of burning coals that burned from a filthy skull. submerged as he was, she could not guess his size, but he hardly seemed the type to be small and scrawny. 

she was still, made no effort to speak, as she regarded the male, the monster, within the pool. mist danced between them, but it was thin, vapid, and the gaze of the beast was glowering within the ghostliness of the pools.