Firestone Hot Springs Cause you gotta guilty, filthy soul

Finally she moved, it may have been the slightest of movements - but there was a shift in her position as he approached. It was the only opening he needed to feel a mild leverage in this meeting.

A rush of air blew from his nostrils, forcing the smokey fingers of the heated pools to move under his command. Like a dragon breathing out smoke, it cleared his face and vision for a moment before the steam rose again, claiming its place between them.

Finally an answer came from the woman, one of which that did not frustrate the man. His scent is what summoned her, it wasn't all too unusual. Normally it kept the curious soul at bay, but there was always some who were brave enough to come and see what was at the other end of the trail. Vengeance. His answer was simple. And who are you.