Snippet #2682425

There was a change in the air, a new pair of figures dawned upon these catacombs that look like they had not seen traffic in a few many years. The air was right, the scent of corpses nonexistant and it felt like it could be home and harbor away from the tyranny of the sun. Their previous home had served them well but her mate desired a new change, a new place with which to call home. Somewhere closer to their food and with greater numbers of which they could thrive upon. Of course, who was she to argue with perfection? Despite she owned her.

So the two moved in lockstep down the stairs of the catacombs, the first one carried down with her all of the things of home: Their candles and books and various alchemical ingredients all loaded up into two coffins. One looked fairly new while the other looked absolutely ancient, made of stone and weighing more then what a girl could normally even dream of carrying. Driselda smiled while looking around their new home.

"The Huntress is pleased with her mate, finding us a new den with which to play and feed. These catacombs do not reek of corpse, there is food aplenty above and here we can be a bit warmer under these streets. Sure there is noise but we could tune it out after a time. Lead us on beloved. Find us a nice little corner where we can go to roost" Driselda moved herself so she could give her mate a peck on the cheek and a nip on the neck with her fangs.

This one was being very affectionate, something she rarely, if ever, did. There was a mirth in her eyes, that frozen heart of ice and snow had been melted by her mate's fire and she seemed more...alive then before.