She had changed much over the past few years. She had become quieter. More reserved. Slower to become agitated. The thigh high "bitch" boots had been shoved to the back of her endless closet. The lace trimmed leather outfits, all but forgotten. There was a time when the razor wires that tipped her whips were sharp, and her tongue even sharper. She had shared home with and had been one of the primary mages for a drow house. She was once one of the Skye clan, headed by Alysia, given control of one of the Rhilshen's provinces. She had been able to kill a man without reservation if she felt so inclined. And then... it faded. She had become tame. Her dark moredhel side strained to be let out, but she had kept caged and safely tucked away in the furthest part of her being.

Chryrie had wandered through her new home after a night at the Inn. She had a conversation with that insane girl called Tara. Tara seemed unable to comprehend that the fae woman had once been wild and on the border of evil. This made her think. Perhaps it was time to let her other side free again. Perhaps it was time to once again be the person she once was.

She went to her closet and threw open the door. Soon clothes and weapons were flying out and landing about the bedroom. In a matter of moments, she was once again adorned in the clothes of old. Leather boots were tugged up to her thighs with a smirk. Her fingers ran down the side of her black leather corset. It felt... good. The razor wire tipped whip was coiled and placed at her hip. After a few moments she was ready and made her way through the house again.

She paused at the door to the room where CKalb had been staying to see if he was perchance around. Seeing no sight of him, she just chuckled and headed out of the house and into town.

The bitch was back.

The drow worked in the back of the Chryrie's house. He had set up a small portable forge and area there under a small overhang. Sweat dripped from his shirtless form as he worked on a piece of armor to the darken suit that hung near by. He had given up the dragon plate mail long ago for the supple leather that he had worn for a while now. But something in his brain told him he may need it again. And he had to get out of the house for a bit. The last two days had been something along the lines of a beautiful dream. He had never imagined Chryrie had thoughts of them together but apparently she did and made it quite known. His thoughts on the matter were a bit Chaotic though.

He had always loved Chryrie. For a long time he had accepted her as a dear friend and willing confidant. But his thoughts had only wondered past that a few times. There was a past on both sides of this relationship that one could not look past. Long he had known Chryrie, as long as anyone and had always felt a respect for her and now that there relationship evolved once more he felt happy. There past was always going to be there but now there was a future. Something he looked forward to.

Something behind him broke him of his thoughts. Honed reflexes turned sword in his hand. His bare skin turned stone in an instant. Draconic eyes stared into the area calmly his senses touching on a dozen different planes looking for the disturbance. Chryrie was at the market, and everyone else was gone so he thought to be alone. He waited, standing motionless, waiting for what ever it was to make a move. With the murders recently he was not taking any chances especially with the safety of those around him. Soon unseen entities of wind and earth spoke to him proclaiming everything normal. He kept his guard up but stepped out a bit and with practiced hands drew a quick ward on the ground. In an instant it was gone. Not a simple earth ward, what he places was much more but under the circumstances he was being safe, and what ever it was he was taking no chances.

He returned to his work and as he was attaching the new piece to the old armor something caught his eye. Something he had not seen in a long long time. It was an old magistrate badge from long ago. He stared for a moment but let the thoughts go like everything else in his past. New days were here and he would live them just as he had always lived.