"SalvadorSalvadorSalvadorSalvador." The whispered name was on a constant loop now with barely any breath between as if that was the only thing she could remember how to say.
It was dark and she was stumbling just a bit because she was exhausted as Rhy'din offered no energy as her land did, and she had to expend more to keep herself warm. She was frustrated and over emotional which also didn't help her plight any and so it was shiver and lose hope, or expend energy and focus. She'd chosen the latter.
"Salvador." The name continued to spill forth from her lips as the moonlight flickered off the silver plate metal she wore, which was amazingly thin and flexible for what it was, and what it could withstand. Only her face was left exposed, even her hands were clad in the metal for several reasons.
The images she had lifted from Jasper's mind had shown the fight Sal had been in where his back spikes had risen, she had seen glimpses of duels he had been in where his blood splashed and sizzled on the ground, but most of all, she feared his eyes.
In one of the flashes of memories, he had pinned Jasper to the wall and she had a front row seat to the eyes that had gone from dead and cold to rage and hate filled. There were so many stories those eyes promised that she wanted to make sure there was no accidental touching should she succeed and find him, Alisondre wanted no part of what was in his mind.
"Salvador." Jasper's twin circled the night once more then went back closer towards the Red Dragon Inn.
'He's a killer.' Jasper had explained, shuddering at the thought of another fae eating one of it's own. 'It's winter, he hunts more. Rekah said I need to stay away from him."
Jasper had said that to her recently, in fact, Jasper wasn't even aware she was here. She had successfully drugged him with sedatives as she knew he wouldn't rest and heal otherwise. -He- would have been out here instead looking for the fae killer, so she took up his stead. Heeding his warnings, she'd pulled herself up to her entire five foot four stature and her wings were safely melded onto her skin beneath the plating. In four thousand years, she had the stance of a fighter, she could defend herself, but she was still more of a scientist than anything. She'd never been enthralled with war, it was something the twins had in common, both were good at it, but neither liked it.
"Salvador." The winter air kicked back the smoke from her breath back into her mouth as she spoke, but she kept moving on and on, afraid if she stopped, she would fall sway to the heavy toll this was taking on her.
"I have to find my sister."
It was the first different thing she had said in nearly two hours that she had been circling and calling quietly for the man. The tears that dropped down bit bitterly in the answering wind against her cheek. The moonflower Rekah had left for Jasper had been mute, the house preternaturally quiet and lifeless, and the Rhy'din Treehouse had yielded no other answers or Rekah so now the scientist was hunting a killer.
A psychotic sounding laugh echo'd into the cold air, she might start going mad at any moment now.
"SALVADOR!" The whisper was gone.
It was dark and she was stumbling just a bit because she was exhausted as Rhy'din offered no energy as her land did, and she had to expend more to keep herself warm. She was frustrated and over emotional which also didn't help her plight any and so it was shiver and lose hope, or expend energy and focus. She'd chosen the latter.
"Salvador." The name continued to spill forth from her lips as the moonlight flickered off the silver plate metal she wore, which was amazingly thin and flexible for what it was, and what it could withstand. Only her face was left exposed, even her hands were clad in the metal for several reasons.
The images she had lifted from Jasper's mind had shown the fight Sal had been in where his back spikes had risen, she had seen glimpses of duels he had been in where his blood splashed and sizzled on the ground, but most of all, she feared his eyes.
In one of the flashes of memories, he had pinned Jasper to the wall and she had a front row seat to the eyes that had gone from dead and cold to rage and hate filled. There were so many stories those eyes promised that she wanted to make sure there was no accidental touching should she succeed and find him, Alisondre wanted no part of what was in his mind.
"Salvador." Jasper's twin circled the night once more then went back closer towards the Red Dragon Inn.
'He's a killer.' Jasper had explained, shuddering at the thought of another fae eating one of it's own. 'It's winter, he hunts more. Rekah said I need to stay away from him."
Jasper had said that to her recently, in fact, Jasper wasn't even aware she was here. She had successfully drugged him with sedatives as she knew he wouldn't rest and heal otherwise. -He- would have been out here instead looking for the fae killer, so she took up his stead. Heeding his warnings, she'd pulled herself up to her entire five foot four stature and her wings were safely melded onto her skin beneath the plating. In four thousand years, she had the stance of a fighter, she could defend herself, but she was still more of a scientist than anything. She'd never been enthralled with war, it was something the twins had in common, both were good at it, but neither liked it.
"Salvador." The winter air kicked back the smoke from her breath back into her mouth as she spoke, but she kept moving on and on, afraid if she stopped, she would fall sway to the heavy toll this was taking on her.
"I have to find my sister."
It was the first different thing she had said in nearly two hours that she had been circling and calling quietly for the man. The tears that dropped down bit bitterly in the answering wind against her cheek. The moonflower Rekah had left for Jasper had been mute, the house preternaturally quiet and lifeless, and the Rhy'din Treehouse had yielded no other answers or Rekah so now the scientist was hunting a killer.
A psychotic sounding laugh echo'd into the cold air, she might start going mad at any moment now.
"SALVADOR!" The whisper was gone.