Aellioah stormed the room as soon as he knew Angelique was there. This time, the camp was smaller, and on a gods forsaken land where no sane man dared to set foot. The land was dry and the trees had died long ago. The skies were always dark and the rain was always cold.
Azrael was sitting in a far off corner of their warm tent, while Angelique was still lying on the bed under a dozen covers to keep her warm. Aellioah took a seat on the edge of the bed, taking a look at the seemingly peaceful face, his eyes narrowing slowly.
"She's still in her hybrid form," he noticed, thoughts wandering.
"Quite hostile too." Azrael commented, looking away from the bed.
"It's been a little too long for her to still be in this form..." Aellioah added with a sigh, reaching his hand to her.
"Maybe you
