Bearclaw Valley [M] they breathe you in, and dive as deep as they can

feel free to skip, as she is only observing for now (if engaged, please tag)

Hatred burned deep within the soul of her dark counterpart, and she felt it with every beating moment. She was there, then, watching. A part of her succumbed to a madness that could only be gifted by Sithis himself. She could feel the blood surge through Thief's veins and everything about her step made it clear that she was here to steal nothing but lives that day.

The pale ghost stayed at a distance, simply watching. She did not think to quench the thirst that grew within Thief's chest; no, the only thing that was whispered in her ears was more, more, MORE -- more blood -- more anger -- more rage -- and Thief was giving them what they wanted. Pale eyes danced with intrigue as she watched the world in that moment as though she were an audacious fae watching its playthings. However deep she sank in the spirit world, at the same time the priest felt very confirmed in this, the mortal world, and licked her lips as she soaked in both sides of the coin at once, allowed both edges of the blade to cut into her flesh.