Be sober, be vigilant
10-13-2018, 04:38 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-08-2018, 04:30 PM by Dea.)
After her talk with Archon, Dea felt a bit better. She still felt guilty about beating up the other female, even though she would never apologize to her. The devilish woman was born of wrath and misery, she was a demonic goddess clothed in mortal skin, and hell has no fury quite so powerful as hers. Dea felt in her heart that she did the right thing, even if she had been baited into the scuffle. There was no turning back on that point, nor would she be convinced she could have taken any other route when dealing with the girl. Hell, the woman had practically begged her to fight. Walking alone now, Dea wandered west. Crossing a small river and then traveling into the murky lands of a swamp. Wrinkling her nose in disgust at the landscape, the demon snorted and moved through, avoiding the water and the peat moss. There was an instant dislike for the area and she planned to move as quickly as she could through it, though she had to pick her way carefully. Her senses were on high alert here, unable to fully use her eyes thanks to a thick mist that wouldn't let her see five feet in front of her. The damp and stench of the air and water made her nose all but useless, only allowing for more stink to enter and exit than any other scents. It was her hearing that she relied on, tracking the tiniest twig snap down and making sure there would be no threat within earshot. Her progress was slow, but she was trudging through the best she could. Walk, "Talk" Think |
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