Starglow Basin bruja,

GUESS WHO GETS MY FIRST LAPTOP POST?? U GUYS DO!!! *maniacal cackling*

saya's silken tail flutters as if to say behold, and soto does;

he leans down towards that skittering figure. she lifts her foxish face into the waning moonlight with a gasp. there is a shadow that runs the length of her fraught forehead before it dances into the bleeding blackness of her half-obscured face; a face soto knows.

is it truly her?

he grunts as he rises and in that singular eye glowers an awful entity of knowing. saya has done better than she could hope but her question remains ignored. he is picturing the blood on the cell; he is picturing the grub; he is picturing the long, slender shape of something truly hideous while juarez and nino remain startlingly silent.

all soto can think of is the callous indifference shown by this witch as her captain flailed soto. starved him. beat him. bound him and gagged him and trundled him and --

bueno. he jerks his head to where qiao was kept but the burn of his golden eye remains steadily on eset. conseguir a la bruja.