#*gestures dramatically*

Working on a little something of my dark urge’s ceremonial robes. Rough so far, still have a lot of rendering and adjusting to get through 😔

A familiar gravelly voice rung firmly in her ears, issuing a statement that she shouldn’t attempt to leave from her spot on his couch-- an underlying threat probably lingered within his words, but she hadn’t given it much credit. At the time Lenore had only responded with an almost violent gesture to the two wounds she now sported and a sharp remark of ‘Where am I gonna go?’ Despite returning her to the world above ground and allowing the tingle of magic to flow through her fingertips once more, Zeke had also assisted in something far more grave. The damage to her leg muscle was going to become permanent if she didn’t seek the help of a witch healer or an imp soon and, admittedly, that was the primary focus in her mind: to avoid being crippled for life. Twisting her protective necklace between nimble fingers, whatever danger might come from being located by enemies paled in comparison to the firm knowledge that someone more important than a dangerous coven would not rest until he found her. Beryl irises flickered towards the front door as she heard its knob turning, a venomous jab swallowed rather than voiced as a figure other than the hunter made his presence known. “Mads?” @theravenbcy