my blood is a flood of rubies, precious stones it keeps my veins hot...

hello, I'm your martyr, will you be my gangster? Can you feel my trigger hand, moving further down your back?

Off in the distance, an obsidian beast sits upon her throne made of skeletal fractions. Her inner demons were resisting the urge to commence their righteous anguish, leaving her blood to boil. Little did she realize that a anthem of sync growls were bubbling up and festering, envisioning her brother's face in dark of the night, the stars above illuminating his physique as if he were really there -- standing in front of her. Her joints and appendages reacted as the image of him began to fade, her lip curling back in a snarl as her brother's vessel was dispelled by her neurotic actions. Fayelon dismissed her battle ready stance, her proportion was well set in stone as she shook off her gruesome attire. She wasn't crazy, no, but she had a feeling.. a strong sense that her brother was around here somewhere.. watching here. Her guard was reset and she cleared her head of anything that reminded her of that monster. It seemed her mind was playing tricks on her, wanting her to officially go insane -- but she will not bow to such monstrosities, she will prevail against them.

Fayelon took a moment to regain her sense of sell-control, trying to screw her head on as best she could before taking off across these dunes. Such a place that reminded her of her homeland, and as much as she'd hate to admit it.. she missed the damned place. She didn't have a sanctuary, or let alone a safe haven to come crawling back to -- maybe this is what she needs.. somewhere to call home. For the mean time at least. A heavy sigh fell from her parted mouth, breathing in sharply to let a groan of sorts to evolve from her thorax. Grumbling lightly under her breath, the onyx she-devil turned to her right and started off towards a rather roomy cave that caught her interest. Faye was running on negative zero percent of sleep in the past few days she has been in Ala, and with all the new wolves she's been bumping into she's found it hard to settle down under a tree and actually rest -- concerned and cautious that she'd get mauled in her sleep.