The Phouka was out, stalking through the streets with a wicked blade. He'd saved many, always in the shadows. He caught Curnen's scent, and the scent of the foe, and had followed along. She was a breath of flowers and sunlight and that was in sharp contrast to the fetid, acrid smell of the creature that followed her.
It closed in, the shadow of a building swallowing her up. The Phouka rushed forward as the Milesian reached for her with a long arm, spindly fingers grasping for her shirt.
"Fiend!" he growled, laying into it with vicious ferocity.
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Date: 2017-06-20 02:34 am (UTC)It closed in, the shadow of a building swallowing her up. The Phouka rushed forward as the Milesian reached for her with a long arm, spindly fingers grasping for her shirt.
"Fiend!" he growled, laying into it with vicious ferocity.