This ain't no place for the weary

*Pyralis* · (This post was last modified: 05-25-2017, 11:35 AM by Pyralis.)

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How wicked these,
How wicked these hours

Blood seeped in a sludgy mess down the crook of Pyralis' left shoulder. She reached down and licked absently at it. Perhaps she could allow Lilith to take a look at the wound but for now she was content that her quarry had been captured, subdued and now lingered in the void between wakefulness and treacherous dreams, locked away in storage until she decided to drag him back to her family. Stretching Pyralis slipped from the cavern she'd been using to rest in. She was still irate at the man for making her chase him down literally across continents but it was well worth it to extract her vengeance.

The wind picked up as she peered out of the cavern, eyeing the setting sun and gathering clouds. The temperature was dropping steadily and she decided it wasn't worth trying to drag the man back tonight, she would rather wait til morning and it would give her a chance to let her wounds heal. She was about to retreat back in when she spied a familiar smokey coat and a grin spread across her face. Well, well… if it wasn't the mortal woman that her brother new by name. Naamah. A most curious creature indeed. "Well, look what the cat dragged in. Naamah, isn't it?" She leaned casually against the canyon wall as she took in the woman's form.

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