It was all a ploy. She would remain limp in the chains until they checked up on her. The feel of her claws ripping through their soft flesh was exquisitely imagined. Blood would gush in spurts timed with the beat of the heart from the wounds. It would be warm and thick. One would feel the grip of her hand around their lower mandible, fear filling their eyes as they guessed her next action. Sanyi would rip it out of the socket and away from the skin and muscle that attached it to the body.

For Solmundr, the gang leader of the group, Sanyi had special plans. He would be chained up as she was now, begging for her forgiveness for the pain and torture they forced her to endure. She would lean in, a slight smile on her face to allow the brief belief of salvation to settle in before sinking her teeth into his throat. Venom would be injected into his system, and she would watch him die the slow and agonizing death that it brought. She would delight in the irony that he would die by the very venom he gave to her.

But all this was a dream. Her body ached from the latest “improvement” they made, dried sweat made her skin itch. They had mentioned regret for not trying it on him first, but that he would soon be recollected for the special treatment. Sanyi knew she was in no shape to rebel, but it was all a matter of time. Soon, she will perfect her plan and she will escape. There was no movement from her as the door creaked open.

”Well, my dear. How are we feeling today?” Slowly, Sanyi’s eyes lifted to glare at Solmundr. He chuckled. ”Time for you to return to your room. Rest up. You’ll need it for the days to come.” Two men came in and unlocked her shackles, allowing her to fall to her hands and knees. One attempted to help her up, but Sanyi ripped her arm out of his grasp and hissed at him. Solmundr laughed. ”Do you know what I absolutely love about you, Sanyi? Despite all we have been through, you still keep your fighting spirit.” She gave a tsking sound as she brought herself to a standing position.


Confidentially, she strode out of the room, roughly pushing past Solmundr with her shoulder. Sanyi knew the path from this room to her sleeping quarters. But as she neared the door to her room, she paused. She had enough. After nearly a century of being poked and prodded, enduring excruciating pain, Sanyi wanted it to be over. There was always an escort behind her, no matter where in this compound she went. This time, she could hear Solmundr prattle on behind her about something honestly should have been paying attention to.

Without another moment’s hesitation, Sanyi whirled around, catching one of the escorts by the throat and pulled him into her in a very threatening stance. His back was pressed to her, his throat wobbled under her fingers as she pressed a thumb right under the hinge of his jaw. With their height difference, his knees were bent and he reeked of fear. ”No more. I’m done with your little experiments,” Sanyi hissed at Solmundr, glaring at him with all the seething anger she could muster.

Solmundr paused, taking a moment to contemplate the position she forced him into. He gave a dry chuckle as he shook his head. ”You are right, my dear. For you are perfect. Now, it is time to collect your counterpart and perfect him. Then, you’ll be ready.” ”Ready for what?” ”To be perfect killing machines. Now, would you be a good girl and release Ismundr?” Sanyi continued her stony glare as Ismundr gave a light whimper. ”No.”

Her fangs sunk deep into his jugular, taking a long drawn out suck of his blood and swallowing before pumping him full of her venom. His piercing screams were music to his ears. All the while, her gaze remained steady on Solmundr. Sanyi could see the horror in his eyes, and her inner wyvern hummed with glee. ”Release him, Sanyi.” So she did, pushing him forward simultaneously. Mischievously, she gave a smug smirk before turning on her heel, walked into her room, and slammed the door.

His eyes blazed with fury. ”Fuck.” Solmundr kneeled by Ismundr and gazed upon him sympathetically. ”You were a good man. One of my best. Allow me the honor of not letting you suffer.” Ismundr nodded curtly, eyes pleading up at Solmundr. He withdrew a dagger, cupped Ismundr’s cheek before placing a steadying hand on his shoulder. In a swift motion, buried it in Ismundr’s chest. A moment later, Ismundr slumped over and Solmundr retrieved his dagger, wiping it on his black pants. ”Send a bat to Isedora. It is time to collect our runaway asset.”

On the west side of Jasmuin Lake, a beautiful young woman walked the bridge that zigzagged through the water. The heels of her knee high black belted boots thunked along the fine wood with each step. The black skirt appeared to have many belts sewn into the edges, the majority of them dangling down past her knees. From her waist up is a skin tight top, yet again bearing the dark color of black with the top cut low in a V shape to reveal between her breasts. On her shoulders were raven feathers, adding a tribal look to her outfit with two necklaces hanging down over her chest, with one gold and the other silver. Lastly her raven hair was hidden by a burgundy hood that wrapped loosely around the base of her neck then left to drape over her right shoulder.

Her golden eyes spotted a bat descending towards her from up above. She extended her arm for it to rest on and removed the piece of paper attached to its leg. The paper was unrolled, eyes scanning over the familiar handwriting. Her bloody lips curved into a smirk. Finally, they were ready. The time has come to act. Oh, how long she has awaited this day! A fresh piece of paper was taken from her bag with a pen. Once she found a flat surface to write on, she started her reply:


With her letter written, she rolled it up and attached it to the carrier bat. She sent it off on its way, watching with a satisfied smirk.


Meanwhile, in Haza Savanna, Ensarrian walked with Raziel. He kept one hand at his side in case she wanted to hold it instead of relying on her walking stick. His other hand, however, was in his pocket, fiddling with a gift he had yet to give. It had been an idea of his long ago to offer some of his dragon abilities to Raziel, hoping it may help her get around better. Particularly, though, he hoped it would give her eyesight of some kind. He wanted her to finally lay eyes on him and see, and to witness the beauty of the world. With Nelanna’s help they crafted something that should work, and he could think of no better view of the world than from the sky above, so he planned on taking her for a flight.

He clutched the gift in his hand, eyes darting down at Raziel then over at a nearby tree. His face was slightly flushed as his nervousness gripped at his chest, stealing away all of the right words from his tongue whenever he opened his mouth to speak. Never before had he given a gift to someone, much less a girl. How does one go about doing it? What was he supposed to say? He supposed he should say how he truly feels. Pulling the dragon pendant from his pocket, he let it rest in the palm of his hand as his eyes rooted themselves on the flaming jewel. He briefly recalled how painful it had been to have that scale removed for the pendant, but the mana the scale contained would help Raziel far more than it would help him. It would grow back anyway. Eventually.

He took a deep breath and looked down at the angel, heart pounding. “Raziel,” he said, voice squeaking slightly. He bit his tongue, face flushing even more from embarrassment. For once he was glad she couldn’t see his face. He imagined he was red enough to put a tomato to shame. Ensarrian cleared his throat, and tried again despite his growing anxiety, “I, uh… I have something… for you.” He took her hand and quickly have her the pendant, “Here.” Then he turned his face away for a moment. He got it over with, so now he should be able to relax, right?

Wrong.

He still didn’t know what she thought of it, or if it even worked. Did she like it? Could she even tell what it was? Shit! why didn’t he think of that earlier? He should have told her instead of throwing something on her as rudely as he did. He looked back at her, wishing to see her reaction while he explained, “It’s a necklace… its pendant was crafted from one of my scales, so it’s filled with my mana. Also, it’s enchanted, so it should give you an ability I have.”

It felt as if six weeks was six months. Weeks of sitting there with little to do. Especially when her sister was not there, out looking for more signs of their father before the trail got cold. Ensarrian did not like small rooms, not that she could blame him. His visits were bright and sunny as they both preferred the sun. Nelanna was kind, Cecil attentive, and Kohaku did seem to warm up. But, after the disturbance of the gods, something about a possessed goddess, Kohaku was fretting over Mirannda's sleeping form.

Unfortunately, Raziel had no idea what was going on with the woman and could not offer any advice. Now that Raziel could walk again, Ensarrian wanted to make sure she could walk some distance without over exerting herself. It was heartwarming and sweet. Her hand rested on his elbow gently. She smiled at the growing silence. Usually, this was normal for him. But this time, he seemed quite nervous. Ensarrian called her name and she tilted her head toward him slightly. "Yes, Ensarrian?" Raziel asked with calm understanding. It was confirmed her was nervous about something. "You don't have to be nervous around me, you know."

He finally stated he had something for her, and quickly pressed it into her hand. Taken slightly aback, Raziel carefully took the object in both hands and began to thoroughly examine it curiously. The smooth material formed what felt like a small dragon curled around a polished stone. It was warm to the touch and a necklace was connected to the tip of a wing. Raziel smiled fondly as she turned the pendant over and over between her fingers. Ensarrian went on to explain that it was formed from his own scale. "Brother…"

What truly got her, however, was the enchantment. It should give her one of his abilities? Raziel sniffled as she wiped a tear away, trying hard not to cry at the generosity of such a personal and powerful gift. She held it out to him as she began to lift the hair off her neck. "Put it on for me?" When it was resting at her neck, her fingertips gently touched the pendant. "It's beautiful, Ensarrian. Honestly, it's the nicest gift anyone has ever given me."The angel would treasure it always. One thing remained, such as how does she use the enchantment, and what would it do? "But, what do you mean by one of your abilities?"

Raziel seemed taken aback at first. Ensarrian watched as her fingers explored the pendant with a pounding heart. A smile appeared on her sweet little face when she quietly called him brother, and tears started swelling in her cloudy eyes. His heart skipped. Was that a bad sign or a good one? Though he couldn’t imagine anyone shedding tears simply because they didn’t like the gift they were given. Her tears were wiped away and she handed it back to him. At first he was frozen, thinking that she didn’t want it. But then she moved her hair and asked him to put it on for her. A moment went by before it sank in. His face beamed, warmth growing in his chest. “Of course,” he said happily. Carefully, he tied it around her neck with a neat little knot. It was tight enough to keep it in its place, but not so much that it would harm her dainty neck.

He smiled uncontrollably while he took in the sight of the necklace on her. His first gift was a success, and he couldn’t be happier. Raziel thanked him, his posture deflating a little as he allowed himself to relax, a small sigh of relief blowing past his lips. And then came her question. He blinked, trying to word the explanation properly in his mind before speaking. “Well,” he started. “Wyverns have many abilities. Powerful strength, flight, elemental breath and immunity, heightened senses. Just to name a few.” He rubbed the back of his neck, neglecting to mention his extra abilities that had been added torturously so long ago. He just couldn’t bring himself to reveal that part of his past to her quite yet. “Since it’s loaded with my mana, you have access to everything I can do. All it needed was an enchantment that allows you to actually use the ability it gives. I don’t know which it will give you, though.”

His eyes stared down at the pendant for a moment. Already he could feel it setting to work. A connection was being built with Raziel’s own mana. He smiled. “The mana is now entirely under your control. All you must do is activate it, I think. But be careful. Since it isn’t a living body that replenishes the mana when it runs out, like blood, there is only so much you can use. You need to leave a little bit left for it to replenish itself, otherwise you won’t be able to use it if it’s run bone dry.”

Raziel nodded as she tried to wrap her mind around actively using her own mana to activate the trinket. Most of the time, she carefully concentrated to use magic since she preferred to do most anything without it. Even though she was blind, the feel of closing her eyes was a symbol of closing out the world. The angel slowed her breathing as she concentrated, clearing her mind.

She focused on the pendant, the warmth of its smooth surface. As her mana tapped into Ensarrian’s scale, Raziel could feel it envelop her in a magical embrace. With bated breath, she waited for some sign it worked. Soon, a frown creased her forehead. Nothing. Raziel pouted as she opened her eyes. Whatever words that were on the tip of her tongue melted and forgotten as she blinked with surprise.

”Pinch me… I must be dreaming again,” Raziel whispered. Directly before her was a swath of fabric which matched Raziel’s usually dark world. Slowly, her steel eyes drifted up to Ensarrian’s face. Tears welled up and started to blur her new-found vision as she took in his features. He had dark hair and striking eyes, but he was exactly as she imagined. The angel started crying, then, burying her face in her hands.

This was all too familiar to that dream she had some time ago. Raziel could remember the color from then, the kiss which had felt so real. But when she woke, Najima was gone and she had not been visited by him since. She tried to wipe away the tears, sniffling herself to a forced stop. When her eyes opened again, Raziel could still see her own hands. The sight of the fresh scars riddling her hands caused another frown to crease her forehead.

”It is so strange…” She reached out, to find the palm of her hand practically hitting Ensarrian’s stomach. ”Sorry!” Raziel winced. ”I don’t have… Visual depth perception.” The weave of the fabric looked like it might be rough, but her fingers told her differently. It was smooth and soft as she ran her hand over his muscular abs. A memory of the dream flashed through her mind of the colors behind Naji. Raziel’s gaze then darted to the ground at their feet.

She stooped to feel the grass with its beautiful color. Didn’t Mother say the grass was green? A wildflower of a familiar shade caught her attention as it grew in an abundance around them. Picking one, the angel stood and investigated it closely. In the dream, this was the shade of her hair. Curiously, Raziel held it up to a strand of her hair, shocked to find it was indeed nearly identical. ”Brother mine? What color is this?”

A light nod showed that she understood. part of him relaxed knowing that he explained it all correctly, but his body was still mostly tense with anticipation. Raziel fell silent and closed her eyes, an obvious sign that she was concentrating on her mana. Several moments went by like torture, and before he realized it he started holding his breath. Her lips eventually pursed as she made a face. His heart just about dropped. Did it not work? She opened her eyes and blinked. “Well?” He asked nervously with slight worry. Despite her using his mana, he had no way of knowing if it worked or not without her telling him. Yes, he could sense the bonding of both of their mana, but that was all he could get from their connection.

But then, finally, she spoke. Once more he held his breath, waiting, watching for any signs that it worked. Slowly, her eyes moved up from staring at his chest. And the moment their eyes locked, he knew. Her steel eyes no longer gazed upon his face with their usual cloudiness. They shifted ever so slightly from one feature to another, something someone does when they’re examining another, something someone does when the could see. He knew from the very beginning that fixing her blindness, even for just a short time, would be a long shot. Giving sight to the blind was a feat he wasn’t sure even the Gods could do. And yet, here they were. The gift could have given her his strength, or even one of his other senses. But, of all things, no matter how unlikely the chances were, it gave her the ability to see. It may be temporary, but it was something.

She shed tears once more and buried her face in her hands. But this time there was no doubt in his mind, and his heart soared. Ensarrian wanted to sing with joy and embrace her while shedding tears of his own. He kept his cool, though, but even his strong will wasn’t enough to contain a gentle smile. Her tears were wiped away as she sniffled, eyes opening once again and turned to her own hands. Ensarrian waited patiently, knowing full well that having eyesight for the first time would take some getting used to. Right now, figuring everything out was more important than speaking. And then she suddenly frowned.

For a second she started to speak as she reached out her arm, but her words quickly shifted into an apology when she accidentally hit him. He flinched forward with a quiet ‘oof’, then a light chuckle followed. “It’s alright,” he assured her. “It will take some time to get used to being able to see.” But she did not withdraw her hand from touching him. He stiffened as her hands felt of his stomach, breathing halting until he realized it was the fabric of his shirt she was feeling of. Her eyes moved down, his breath releasing in a soft huff to release his tension. She picked up one of the flowers, eyes Locked on it intently, then she held it up next to some of her hair. He blinked at her question and thought for a moment. Colors were not his expertise. In fact, aside from the obvious colors such as red and green, he knew almost no difference between any shades unless it is, well, obvious, such as between light and dark colors. However, Isedora was a major fan of purple, and though this particular shade was not very popular in her wardrobe, she did not neglect it. That, and Nelanna had once described various flowers to him that were in her gardens. This was among them.

With a soft smile, he replied, “It’s lavender. Pretty, isn’t it?” And as he watched her take in everything, he was reminded of his initial plan. But for some reason, he was a tad reluctant to mention it. Perhaps it was because he has never had anyone ride him before, not even Isedora. And the idea of someone sitting on his back, especially a girl…well, it made him nervous. He was certain his face was already flushed by now, for he could feel the warmth rising in his cheeks. But despite it all, he kept in mind that this was all for Raziel. “Hey, um…If you want…I…I can take you on a flight in my dragon form. That way you can see more of the land. From the sky, you can almost see everything.”

”Lavender. Elf Leaf… For love, protection, sleep, purification, happiness, and peace…” As she stated the known uses of the herb, Raziel’s fingers gently rubbed over the freshly picked stem out of habit. If she wasn’t distracted by the sight, Raziel would have recognized its scent and feel. The angel knew the herb well, having used it to help the restless receive desperately needed sleep. To have this as the color of her hair seemed fitting somehow. Slowly, her eyes dragged back up to Ian as he started to speak.

Curiosity took her by storm as she watched him stumble over his words. Ian was turning a different color! Raziel subconsciously tucked the lavender in her pack as she pulled him down without allowing him an option in the matter. Her hands felt his cheeks, then his forehead, her expression turned into that of alarm. The color was deepening and his temperature was abnormally high. ”Something wrong? You’ve got a fever! We’re not going flying if you’ve got a fever, Ensarrian. And that’s final.” Ensarrian tried to explain it away as an embarrassment. While Raziel was unconvinced, she remained skeptical. ”So you’re saying when my face feels flushed, I turn this color too? Why does that seem hard to believe?”

He insisted on it, and Raziel raised an eyebrow at him. She had wings, this was true, but she had never used them due to her blindness. With a century of not using them, her muscles would not be accustomed to even supporting her own weight. So, to have an opportunity to experience flight and the sights her sister sees was one she did not want to pass up. ”If you are absolutely positive that you are fine… I will graciously accept your offer, brother mine.” Raziel took a couple of steps backward to give him the room he needed to change forms. What she saw completely took her breath away.

It took a little effort to talk Raziel into a flight, though he could tell she wasn’t entirely convinced. With his face still a little flushed, especially after the alarm she had just displayed, he offered a soft smile. She stepped back, and he took a deep breath, releasing it slowly with a puff of smoke. Black scales started forming along the top of his forearms, the line of his brow and jaw, as well as places his clothing kept hidden from eyes. A red glow shone from beneath the skin in his chest, even through his dark shirt, showing that he was beginning a full transformation. The scales rounded his arms, hardening as horns emerged from his messy locks and down his spine. By now his body was forming into something completely different. Arms extended with thin skin on the wings, his fingers becoming each joint. A tail soon grew as well, claws, a long and powerful jaw that contained incredibly frightening teeth.

He huffed, grass ripping up and dirt overturning when his deadly claws hit the ground. His tail was long like a whip, slithering behind him like a snake as his long neck raised, head turning to look at Raziel. Another huff, the hot air of it blowing across her face as his intense eyes locked with hers. Her eyes were wide like saucers, sparkling with amazement as her mouth was agape. He chuckled lightly. “Are you ready?” His voice was deep and fierce, rumbling like the growl of a feral beast with a hushed hiss, much like that of an alligator. He set himself down onto the ground as flat as he could and helped lift her onto his back by using his nose beneath her like a step stool. He could feel her trying to find a good place to sit, a spot where she could keep a good grip around him and not fall off. Even if she does, he could dive quick enough to catch her. “Hold on tight,” he said, glancing back to make sure she was ready. “I will be as gentle as I can.”

When they were set, he raised himself to stand on his strong legs, chest puffing out like a proud lion. His wings spread widely on either side, their length was enormous. Then they beat down, violently and suddenly pushing a powerful gust of wind below him and lifted off of the ground. The sound resembled a drum with a smooth, even rhythm, pushing him higher and higher into the sky. Soon enough the land expanded far and wide under them as more and more of it came into view.

He soared through the sky, following the current of the wind. Ensarrian was careful not to turn too much, and only bank slightly whenever he did. He would take no chances of risking her sliding off. His head would turn to glance back at her every once in a while, curious to read her expression. Her eyes were still large and shining with excitement as they gazed upon the beautiful world below them. She seemed speechless to him, or perhaps she wasn’t willing to try speaking over the roaring of the wind. He didn’t have any particular destination in mind, just going one way and sticking to it. No matter where he went, though, the view will always be spectacular. Either vast plains, treacherous mountains or even crowded cities, oceans and rivers. It was all beautiful with the right angle.

He did not pay attention to what was below as intently as he should have, instead allowing himself to relax and enjoy the flight. So when something came shooting towards him from the ground, he didn’t see it coming. He was completely unaware of its presence until the sharp metal head broke right through his armor scales on his chest and pierced his flesh. He roared from pain, jerking from the sudden impact. Its hooks locked into him for a sturdy grasp, much like a harpoon, and it pulled him down from the sky. Blood poured from the wound and streamed upward, too slow to fall at his pace as he plummeted to the ground. His first instinct was to protect Raziel at all costs. Reaching back, he clamped his jaws around a loose part of her clothing and pulled her off of his back. His wings folded around her tiny body, protectively holding her against his chest.

He hit the ground roughly, digging a deep trail through the dirt as he slid across the hard surface. When he finally stopped, he lay there motionless, still holding onto Raziel, though more loosely now. She could remove herself from him if she wished. His eyes were clamped shut from pain, his chest leaking a stream of blood from where a large arrow had struck, a thick rope trailing from the other end. He could hear voices nearby, as well as approaching footfalls. But he didn’t move still, too winded from the violent crash.

She had once heard a human turn into a dragon, barely able to see it through vibrations of the earth. But to witness it with light and color was indescribable. Raziel stared with wide-eyed amazement. To many, dragons were dangerous and fearsome creatures. For Raziel, they were magnificent creatures worthy of respect. She could feel the deep rumble of his voice reverberate through her chest, and the angel laughed. With an enthusiastic nod, Raziel carefully climbed onto his back.

Once she found a solid place to sit, Raziel’s stomach lurched into her heart as they took off. Exhilaration filled her as they gained altitude. Eagerly, her eyes drank in every inch of land below her. There was no fear of her falling, and if she did she could always slow her own descent with her wings until Ensarrian could catch her. It was an idle thought. There were mountains to the south of them, dark clouds hung heavy. Her mind filled in the blank that it must be Railoch, the land of eternal storms.

To the north, autumn blanketed Jasumin Lake which looked small from this distance. Raziel spread her arms and closed her eyes, feeling the air rush past them. Flying was spectacular, it was a shame she was denied such freedom. It was peaceful up here. And then everything went wrong as Raziel rushed to grip him tight due to his lurching beneath her. His bellowed roar pierced her ears. They were plummeting towards the ground, and her eyes widened with fear as she noticed the trail of blood coming from Ensarrian. Attached to his chest was some kind of harpoon weapon, a sturdy rope being reeled in with a wench.

All she was worried about was tending to the wound, whereas Ensarrian was worried about her own safety. Raziel was tucked away beneath his wings as he rolled to take the hit of the ground anywhere but his chest. There was no time for screaming, just waiting for the momentum to finally stop. The angel pushed herself free of his wings and crawled over to his wound. ”Ian! Ian, we must pull this out.” Voices behind her were ignored as she fretted over the wound. If she tried to pull it out, all she would be successful in accomplishing was inflicting even more pain upon Ensarrian.

To make matters worse, everything seemed to be darkening. It started around the edges of her vision, and slowly crept inward. Tears were falling from her eyes. ”Oh, Ian…” Raziel felt powerless to assist him in removing this obstruction, and until then, he could not even start the healing process. ”Come with us quietly, and we shall help your friend here.” She wheeled around, barely able to see the men who were training weapons at both her and Ensarrian. ”And if I don’t?”

”I’m sorry sweetheart. You’re smart not to trust. But you’re both coming with us. Whether or not you chose to come quietly only determines your own safety.” Hesitantly, Raziel looked at Ensarrian’s wound and hung her head. Despite any warnings from Ensarrian, the angel stepped towards the men. A heavy blow was dealt to the back of her head, and her world went black as she crumpled at their feet.

There had been some additional buzz as of late in the compound. Isedora had sent word back of the mysterious other and his location. Men had been given the order to prepare and leave immediately. Others were to prepare a special room for an unexpected guest. However, the way it was said made Sanyi doubt that they were a welcomed one. The room they had chosen was on the other side of the compound from Sanyi's room.

She had seen that room before on her explorations. Sparsely furnished with but a single bed that went for so long without so much as a pillow to adorn it. Another room was prepared as well, one Sanyi was very familiar with. That room claimed the lives of so many of her kind and so much of her own blood. Her lips curled in disgust with the thought, staring at the ceiling of her room. Sanyi was waiting, her ears straining as she listened. It had been quiet for the last hour.

As sudden as their voices clamored through the halls, Sanyi sat up, her heart racing. Something stirred in the air, a subtle shift. She was quiet as a mouse as she slipped from her bed and out the door, turning invisible to their eyes. They had no reason to search for her aura, believing she was a good girl who stayed in her room. Silently, she padded down corridors until she came across the group of Solmundr’s men.

It was a curious sight to see them carrying a lavender-haired, winged woman. ”Secure her in Room 32. Leave water and bread, lock the door.” Solmundr commanded, dressed in full armor. Behind him were two men dragging in a raven black haired male between them. Whoever that was captured Sanyi’s attention. Icy orbs locked onto him. ”Take Ensarrian to Room 3. We start operations in the morning.” The raven man was dragged straight past her. What was this feeling that made her stomach flutter?

A trail of blood was left in his wake. ”And somebody make sure that Sanyi’s room is secure! I don’t want her complicating things.” Solmundr barked as he stomped after this Ensarrian. Sanyi squatted by the blood trail, reaching out to touch the burgundy liquid. Curiously, she lifted her hand up to her face, rubbing her fingers and thumb together before placing it in her mouth. He was definitely one of her kind. Solmundr was not playing by the normal rules anymore. An innocent was dragged in. Sanyi glared at the door as she stood, her mind trying to puzzle out exactly what the man was up to.