Barrow Fields i was lost in the cities, alone in the hills

gods was he chewed up. caiaphas had eaten and then upchucked rats in better shape than him. upon closer inspection it was impossible to miss the blemished gaze, the tattered and dogworn ears — surely whatever had seized him was powerful beyond reckoning. 

it was disappointing then, that he did not know. she curbed her tongue despite wanting to heatedly ask how one didn’t know the face of their attacker — particularly when the assailant had been so painfully intimate with ruining his flesh? she settled for asking for more details. not nearby, I hope.