Hideaway Strath Sin City's cold and empty

@Hemlocke

The girl they had taken prematurely from this world waa crying again, she did not seem to like this version of the afterlife. She had talked about a place of gorgeous fields and winged canines residing as angels but instead of that she was bound to the preistess, no matter of words or sorrow. It was done, the act complete with a bloody ritual that seemed to help her power rather than diminish it.

A small sigh came from the medic's lips as she ignored the girl, she would let Nemisis take care of it. She always did when the girl cried or whined for too long. For once she left the skull of the traitorous woman on the soft stone she had found just outside the place for her den, this was her alter. More than one raised stone and so there was more room for her work, with a smile she moved from the place she was most likely found.

As she moved a scent caught her attention, the man with a coat of black and eyes like liquid rubies. Ah, her shadow. She changed her walk then, more movement to her hips as she got closer. A sashay. She always greeted him with her most brilliant smile, a very gentle touch along his side to show familiarity and affection that he seemed to crave.