Stay a Spell

"Talk" Walk

Yes...it had been quite a long time since he had truly relaxed. But even while he wished for nothing but the sound of the bubbling hot springs, he couldn't shake the voices that plagued his mind. His demon was constantly emerging, urging him to do things he had never dreamed of doing in the past. Already he had killed one or two strangers...they were unknown to him of course, and nobody he recognized. Both times it had happened while he had been blacked out. But as of late, he wasn't sure anymore. Since meeting with his dead uncle, he was keenly aware what was happening and so the crimson male had opted to succumb to his ancestral demons instead of continuing to try to fight them. It was simply easier that way, after all.

Focused on trying to force himself to relax, a quiet sigh swept past his lips shortly before a voice would jerk his head up. Ears swiveled with his head, and crimson gaze found a familiar form. The witch that had helped him when his tail was practically falling off after his battle with Acere. It seemed they would keep running into each other, and it was only from his last run-in with her did he notice she was blind. Still, that didn't change his thoughts about her. "It seems fate keeps bringing us together. Unless perhaps it's a coincidence?" He wasn't sure he believed in coincidences...but fate? Definitely. Maybe there was a reason the two of them kept coming together...