Phoenix Maplewood go in flames, meet in flames - we'll find in flames just who's to blame

the leviathan comes closer; caiaphas marked his approach with a quick flit of her yellow gaze. he was a tall beast, strong too -- his muscular status reminded her of a man used to life's hardships.

all the same he moved as if uncertain, or caiaphas fancied he did; as if he were not accustomed to company, or the social graces required to withstand it. the siren queen flicked a half-torn ear in his direction, addressing his words with a stern nod. "i would prefer not to have to get used to it at all." her tone seemed conversational, but caiaphas could not help but wonder...

friend, or foe?