Sunbeam Lair the wheezing cough of a smoker’s laugh

Broken. Numb. Battered. Working on auto pilot. That was how he felt. Mixed in with the agony of a thousand deaths, none of which were his. Even though he had begged like a child to be free of the constraints of the mortal coil one too many times. Then he had started to get his life back together, started to build a new life a new way. And his brain had fractured, shattered. Left the pieces of holy saints glass all over the ground, the stained glass glinting like venomous vipers with all the colors of the rainbow.

it was in this mind set that he found, the girl. Young and slinky. Broken and busted, though her ailments were of the physical kind not the emotional at least that he could see. But anyone who knew what wounds could do would know that she probably wasn't okay mentally either. He chuffed gently at her and stood studying the moon above them with keen blue eyes.