#venomstricken

Zephos had been recovering decently well, made of tougher stuff than people realized. She wasn't fully finished healing though she was mostly there, the only trace of her poisoning lessened stamina.

She'd be at the moment trying to relax in her room, since she knew Alastor wouldn't attack her there and that she wouldn't be attacked in the hotel. She knew Charlie and Vaggie had given reprimand to Alastor for what he had done, though she didn't know the extent aside from him not bothering her.

She had feared for Stryker, not knowing if he made it out okay, concern for the draconic imp. He still held a secure spot in her heart, after all. Not just from defending her either.

Before hearing the knock, she had been knitting, sitting on her bed gazing toward that little plant Stryker had gotten her and looking away from the window. The view was toward the garden where the attack had taken place, though she hadn't a chance to undo the damage it was starting to heal itself, as she had healed.

Then she heard him.

Her heart skipped a beat, a smile coming to her. She hoped she hadn't imagined it, Zephos perked up. "Yes I' here Stryker. Come in dear, please do come in." She'd put her knitting down, trying to make her hair slightly less a mess, to be presentable to the man who'd helped save her life.

“Just a little bit... You’ve been consuming a lot of liquor, Miss May... To correct my previous statement, she will be caught somehow... I refuse to let an act of injustice go unresolved.”

Don was just standing there, making no movement to order a drink, but instead, watch over Millie’s sister and be a sober companion to keep her safe on the journey home.

Things to Do in October: Starters  ||  Accepting

☠ - visit a cemetery at night

“Why do you wanna c-come here again?”  Black Star questions Sallie May, trailing behind the Imp nervously.  Her tail was swishing lowly from side to side, and the sinner was visibly tense.  “Cemetaries are.. s-scary, Sallie!”

“Because I worry that these nightmares will get worse, to the point where... Threats will use the nightmares against you to hurt you further, Mr Stryker... We can’t let Bloody Morning take advantage of any weaknesses, nightmares included.” Don took his glass of water, taking several sips of it.

“Flushed..?”  Questions the tired sinner, one hand around her mug when she turned to look at Stryker.  Black Star didn’t go in the bars very often.  But tonight the sinner had enough money for a drink.  That and she heard going to bars was how sinners unwinded so, she wanted to try it for herself.

Black eyes follow his tail while it goes up to her mug.  She lets out a small whine while attempting to stretch herself out and grab the drink back.  However, Black Star is unable to reach, her fingertips just centimeters away.  Although Stryker had a reputation, the feline wasn’t familiar with it.  Perhaps said reputation was why the other Imps in the bar were leaving her alone?

The hotel guard’s breathing came in barely restrained snarls as he was slowly going into a state of blind wrath, trying his damnest to keep his complex from taking reign in this situation... He had been informed that the Hellhounds currently threatening Jubilee belonged to Bloody.

Only Stryker’s tail wrapped around his chest was keeping him barely grounded from the complex’s control in his mind.

Once his tail was off him, the hotel guard paused to take a deep breath, ceasing his snarling as his right hand reached over to pull out his trench knife.

Don heard and saw Stryker’s tail rattle in warning, stopping in place before letting out a sigh and carefully placed the imp on his feet on the ground, straightening his attire as he stood up straight.