He wears the smell of blood and death,Like perfume.~Unknown"They kissed. I think things are going well.""She is scared of him and he is still going out and killing people!"Yes and he kissed her without consent!""He was sleep kissing! Leave me be!" Makaria shot back at the cluster of women surrounding her and her task at hand. She had rested only a short time last night, her two projects by the name of Warren and Pomelia keeping her up.Pomelia's emotions were strong last night. The young novice was petrified of being in such a new place with no guidance from her lug of a mate. Warren was walking on eggshells attempting to make his mate comfortable but Pomelia still wasn't.She worried all night and eventually ended up outside, her prayers and fears being spoken out into the wind and carried up to the goddess. Makaria felt for the mortal and did something that was neither wrong or right.A quick ball of light in the shape o