Setting: Late Night | Cold Wind

Hot And Fast And Angry As she can be Where was he? The most logical answer to most would be that the brute was in the willow tree woodlands. Though in all actuality he was somewhere lost in his mind. In his mind Cygnus was lost in a hellish like place. The trees colors bright like burning fires, the sky dark like midnight, and the place cold like ice. It had him on edge. Despite his large build he was terrified of everything and anything. Which would explain why he was practically crawling across the ground. Tail was tucked tightly against his underside while his ears found a home pinned against his head. His eyes darted around. Alert for any little thing. Yet it seemed he wasn't ready when he heard something. The wind came through the willow branches mimicking the sound of whistling. Pale golden eyes shot wide. Mentally he cursed himself for not being prepared for such a thing. "It was just the wind." Here came his mental war. "Or perhaps it was some foul creature tricking me." Whining softly he scrambled forward desperately. Cygnus wanted out of here, and he wanted out of here quick. If only the poor fella could find his way. I walk my days on a wireCygnus Lyra

Note: This is after his little adventures in the North

Tiny demon couldn't sleep, feeling angry and restless for the past few days. She felt antsy and edgy. Anger coursed through her veins and tiny beast would tremble slightly. Long legs rolled languidly, carrying her through the night with little effort. It wasn't often she traveled to this forest but since finding her panther friend here she had come to like it more and more. Maybe she would be able to convince Valentine to claim this area? It did boarder them after all. But then again there wasn't much in the way of food? Ugh. Maybe this place sucked. Another tremble would ripple though her body, slowing as she slipped and slithered through the trees silently. Was there anything to do? As if on cue another would appear in the distance, a black male seemingly boring at first sight. She had never been one to like the monochromatic ones but either way the tiny demon would start towards him, wind dancing and flittering around her. "Why are you here?" She would asked, head tipping as she eyed him curiously from beneath the mop of neon green hair atop her head. Not many people came her it seemed, well to se ever yes but he seemed more lost then looking for her.

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