All good things come to an end

It didn't take long. Just a matter of minutes and then Ririka was slumping over, her body dead weight as her brain slipped out of consciousness and her muscles followed. Azrael had to pat himself on the back; he had done an excellent job perfecting that sedative! Snickering to himself, he stashed the empty injector into his bag for sterilization and reuse, then leaned down to grab Ririka by her scruff and pulled her limp body out of the ashes of her campfire. After brushing the debris off of her lovely coat, Az hoisted the smaller fae up over his back like she were a trophy kill from a hunt and began to carry her back to the Syndicate, whistling a merry tune all the while. It was still dark and the sun was just beginning to rise. He'd have plenty of cover to get her back to his den and begin his fun.

- exit Azrael with Ririka -

"Azrael Saxe"