Ocean's Breath Plateau six vices become wrath

while caiaphas of all people could admit it was ruthlessly satisfying to bury the hatchet into flesh - to let it sink through thick viscera and cleave through membrane - there was something as satisfying as watching that hatchet drop.

of course, it came without the succulent sounds of flesh rent and meat ruined -- but still, she felt a little better to know these women were willing to tag along.

their band could use more members - and as much as caiaphas was loathe to admit the virtues in her enemy, she knew rosalyn to be a gritty old thing -- a perfect role model for a stinker like raleska. and perhaps even svalinn could learn a thing or two from erzulie, if he so wished -- or was inclined.

rosalyn's answer was absorbed quietly - caiaphas nodded, but didn't say much else. she understood the trailing end to rosalyn's words, and studied the scars (new to her) placed on the russet woman's hide. erzulie's offer to see to her wound was gracious -- and after a few exchanged words, caiaphas followed the duo back to their temporary densite, eager to put miles and worries out of her head.