Dragoncrest Cliffs Wisenheimer

with what she had heard, the harlot was terse. her steps reflected this as she went on and on, neither hunting nor avoiding the trails of prey. therefore she was led back and forth through the familiar sequoias and blackpine. it reminded erzulie swiftly of the sound, of rusalka's origin, of the war they had fought here.
blood spilled.
annoyed by the tracery of her own thoughts, she turned inward, pleased to catch a flicker of familiar russet. merlin, seeking his own day among the gentle shadows here. quietly she joined their granite, keeping apace within him a polite distance away.