Ankyra Sound While you're feelin' proud, why don't you help me?

Spontaneous sex with strangers shouldn't have been so uplifting, so freeing, but it had been. Firefly had not forgotten about the world of hurt he'd left in the Sound; when he returned he did it with a bounce to his step, carrying a myriad of female scents that he didn't bother to wash away. The first thing he wanted to do was check on Caiaphas --- no, scratch that, he wanted to find @Illidan and catch up with the boy. Perhaps flaunt his superior skills with the ladies? Even if it was an inappropriate subject at this moment (since the guy's mom was probably laying on her death bed, yike) he was in too good a mood to help himself.

As soon as he crossed the threshold in to Rusalka he smelled blood. It wasn't his body that smelled like that anymore - that had been cleansed from him prior to the glorious release he'd been craving, over by a random lake. The streak of blood trailed off along the rocks leading down to the beach and he recalled dropping Caiaphas' body somewhere along that ridge. Had she really been pouring that much blood from her body? He frowned, finding that the sight dampened his good mood, and set about cleaning it up. The dragedans knew where they lived but it didn't mean he'd have to welcome them with a blood-red-carpet when they made their inevitable counter-attack.

His mind wandered as he scratched away the dry blood. He thought of that frenzied moment where the two wolves were fighting, the pressure of the pale body pressing down across him - taking all that power away from him - the sound of the ghost's voice as it taunted him with flirtations, and -- shit, was he getting ---- Firefly paused in his work and took a few deep breaths, telling himself he was still feeling the effects of the last tryst, that was all. He forced the thoughts of the dragedans out of his mind as he finished up clearing the rocks of the bloody trail, and began climbing down to the beach.