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With a slight inclination of her head, Asura paid her respects to her General. "Acknowledged, My Liege. May Braen's harshness instill itself on your blade to cut down your enemies."

With that, she took to the skies and made her way back to the encampment. Once she touched down on the ground, she left Rogue under a tree next to the training grounds. She then turned around and made to head into enemy territory once again, damp clothing not withstanding.

But before she made it past the gate, a crimson and black figure on the ground caught her attention. "What is this fool Captain thinking..."

She mentally warred with whether to move Chamaros from where he was lying down, but ultimately decided to leave him to his own devices. The man had looked so satisfied covered in blood that is only stirred slight jealousy in her heart.

With no further ceremony, as she did every day, Asura unsheathed her weapons and plunged once again into the black night.

Zephyr sighed as they left then stretched her body skyward, every joint in her body popping as she did so before she took up a seat on the now vacant stump. Slowly she leaned back so that her shoulders could touch against the tree behind her. Took quickly and she might have missed it, looking quite foolish indeed. Tearing her gaze from the sky she looked down at the ground, her ears constantly swiveling atop her head to survey the area for sound. The woman, who normally didn't think of her past, found herself puzzling over that very thing. War had a tendency to do that to people. To make them question and wonder. Her mind wandered to and fro, switching between the far recesses of her mind. She had closed her eyes and suddenly saw a flash of green, the act resulted in giving her a fiendish migraine. Clenching her eyes further shut and placing a hand over them before it faded as quickly as it came.

"What the hell was that all about?"

She growled. It was like some kind of barrier was over her thoughts and the harder she tried to focus on that which was outside of her reach, the more painful that ache became. Slowly she moved her furry hand from her face, the skin of her palm sliding down it before falling away from her body to lay lazily in her lap. Zephyr opened one eye slowly, then the other in an almost cautionary manner. Undoubtedly she was confused but with a shake of her head she dismissed it as if it never happened, her tail of hair shaking with the action so that strands of it would sprawl across her shoulders. Grunting she pushed up off the stump, her toes digging into the ground as she swayed from side to side to regain her balance. Her tail twitched behind her then, as she walked, swung along to her gait in the opposite motion.

The woman headed back to the river back, it didn't take her long since she was small and agile. The sound of water soothing her ears, although, admittedly, she preferred the sound of crackling flames over the trickling of water.

Chamaros opened his eye when he felt a presence but ignored Asura. He was meditating oddly enough. It helped him concentrate on keeping himself together. He closed his eye again focusing and thinking about his recent encounters. As he sat his hand slowly slid over his blades. He took a deep breath pulling them out his eye still closed, he moved his blades through the air as he were attacking but stopped and opened up his blades to become fans. He took a deep breath again trying to contain himself on the ground.

She had made it back to the encampment, having waded through the fridged dark waters of the river. However this time she hadn't wrung out her garments. Instead she had sat next to the fire blazing in the midst of the encampment. Her brow was furrowed deep in thought while she had her arms outstretched to play with the fire. The fire danced and curled around her fingers as the heat and light dried her fur and clothing. She pulled in one arm and fiddled with the necklace around her neck. Zephyr didn't have many tells for when she was puzzling over something difficult, save for this one, and maybe one other. Her fingers worked unconsciously around it, before she rolled it through her fingers as if it was a coin. Her half dried fur glistened in the low light and there was enough to make out the many markings on it. She had several stripes and spots, though most of them seemed to be along the back of her body and the front a lighter, unmarked color. Or was it unmarked? She stopped fiddling with the necklace to take off her chest plate. There was fabric wrapped around her bust but with the plate no longer on there was a thin, lighter part of flesh that peaked out from either end of the bandage which resembled something of a scar. Zephyr had removed the plate so that she could fix the straps that held it together to keep it taught. She did the same with the rest of her armor, allowing it to dry for the same reasons. However she still sat there in her mostly soaked clothing.

"Such delicious words of treachery from the Divine's lips," smiled Asura as she released Azeil's hair and stood up. "And now..."

Her smile turned into a dissatisfied frown when she saw Azeil's eyes shutter close and the shadows shift across his body. She let out a small sigh, growing slightly annoyed at the growing number of weak fools who fall unconscious before her. Did they not know that she was a hair's breadth away from ripping their hearts out if given the opportunity? She was no pack mule!

"Oh, how much I would love to watch your blood continue to run," she said with disappointment as she sheathed her weapons. "It is a pity that we still have use for you."

With a resigned expression on her face, she lifted Azeil's larger form into her arms and walked out of the clearing. It made for an interesting combination to see the girlish woman, covered with blood but smiling radiantly, as she carried the significantly taller man in her arms.

It would have been... had their audience still been alive to see it. "Say farewell to your blessed nature, fool."

Without another word, Asura unfurled her wings for the second time that day and took to the skies, heading back to the Corrupt Encampment. She landed directly in front of Zephyr's domicile and with a cheery voice, accosted her General.

"My Liege, I have a present for you this cold night," Asura laughed and fully opened her eyes, mischief snapping merrily within. "A present from Braen if you will."

Her eyes flickered up at the sound of wingbeats and her ears strained to swivel in the appropriate direction. She wasn't in any particular hurry, as she could recognize the sound of these particular wings for she had heard them not too long ago. Zephyr fastened her armor to her boy once more and slowly tucked her legs beneath her then stood. The woman had turned around just in time to see Asura practically bounce through the doorway, merriment clearly shining in her eyes.

Cocking her head to the side, she peered at the creature in her arms. It was a silly thing to behold. There was blood everywhere, though the smell wasn't that of a mortals. Her brow furrowed in thought as she walked towards the so called present and then proceeded to poke at the man in the woman's arms. He had shadows swirling all about his body which she chased with her fingers briefly before growing bored with them. Straightening her head she chuckled and motioned for her to drop him anywhere.

"I wasn't aware you did deliveries. Dare I ask?"

Asura unceremoniously dumped Azeil where she stood, smirking slightly as his body made a loud thump on the floor, scattering feathers everywhere. "I only deliver the freshest meat, My Liege," she said as she turned Azeil over with her foot, exposing his tortured body. "And you can't get any more tenderized than him. When I saw him, he was bleeding fountains and stank of Divinity."

She looked up with an uncharacteristically somber expression. "He bears the same marks as all who have been tortured by Ascellus bear. And because of that, he seeks revenge. He will work with us."

Asura snarled as she wrenched herself away from the man, seething at the thought of Ascellus. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood in her frustration and ran her nails down her arms hard enough to leave raw, red marks. "And now I smell of that Divine Fool as well. I beg your pardon, but I must now bathe in the blood of my enemies to cleanse myself."

With a sharp bow, Asura walked out to begin her rampage anew.

She listened attentively, her nose wrinkling at the information. As she looked upon the mans battered frame, the marks, struck her as similar. She didn't know why. Zephyr shrugged dismissively. It would be impossible to trust this man, at least for the time being, however, she wasn't entirely heartless.

"So Braen wants this creature.. Hmn."

Lifting a hand to her chin she stroke it slowly while her other arm crossed her chest, hand cupping the elbow of the first right arm. The very same arm that had the hand that she was currently using to stroke her chin. The man had clearly been through enough for the time being, she doubted that chains were required, however, he wouldn't be able to leave the room without having first talked to her. She would make sure of that. Walking over to where the door was, she barred it magically. No others could enter or exit the room without Zephyr releasing it. The doorway glowed a deep red for a fleeting moment before the color faded away. With the barrier in place she sauntered back over to where the man lay and she inspected him closer than before. Almost like a bird watching someone from up high.

The floor probably wasn't the most comfortable of places but there wasn't anywhere else to stick him for she never had a cot in her room. She always slept on the floor personally. She shook her head again then grabbed the man by the wrists and dragged him closer to the fire before proceeding to use it to ebb whatever pain he was going through by transferring the flame through her body and changing it to heal rather than harm. It was a basic spell, and would do what it was needed to. For more advanced healing, well that was probably up to him. Any still open wounds closed.

With that done she moved off to the other side of the fire and lay down on her back, tail sticking out the side as it twitched to and fro. She laid there for a long time, simply listening to the fire crackle while trying to ignore the sounds of breathing on the other side of the room.

May the ground run red like clay under the feet of walking dead men. *Menacing grin.*

And so it shall with every warrior that raises their blade.

I am very much so feeling your avi~

I see you have awakened.

I have indeed. :]
And how is my General this evening?

Contemplating your punishment. -Snickers-

The errors and my physical body outside these realms have defeated me, my general, and I have not battled much, but when I did, I did it with all my heart and I shall do so again tomorrow.

The errors are indeed many. D:<