kissing death and loosing my breath

The young witch knew all too well her companion's feelings on much of the on goings of her life. There was strikingly little of who she was or what she did that fell within the range of something that was an acceptable conversation for the peculiar pair - it certainly left the witch to wonder why she continued to desire his presence so vehemently or why he too in turn continued to tolerate her. She could scarcely go back to the human she once was no more than he could change his tainted blood or the thirst for murder that accompanied it. Still, Serafina appreciated his efforts far more than she perhaps verbally admitted and, in her own way, she made a point to tease him only slightly less than she might have otherwise done so. Thankfully, the man hardly questioned her further on her relationship with the canine or any other such on goings with her life, sparing her any further need to lie to him - she was quite certain that he knew the full scope of what she was capable of, such ventures like these would cease all together. It was a prospect that was ill pleasing to the woman and so, rather than attempt to fill the silence with some idle small talk or other forced conversations on either of their lives, the girl merely relished in the stillness and quietness she was afforded.

For a brief moment, the young witch took stock of her new found surroundings as the car eventually came to a standstill. In truth, she was rather surprised to learn that her attire was for the benefit of a forest rather than something decidedly worse - like the swamp she had taken to expecting the past week or so. Her stormy gaze turned towards her companion at his inquiry and yet she offered little more than a shrug as a way of explanation. After all, she couldn't very well tell him how she'd spoken about tonight with her canine or the fashion the wolf had both teased her and reassured her. It had been a surprisingly sweet moment for the two and one she wasn't sure she wished to have tainted - not to mention the horror that she'd spoken about Azrael to someone else. Thankfully, her muted shrug seemed enough to prompt a rather exasperated sigh from him before the man was out of the car and at the side of her door, opening it for her.

The Dark Hunter's explanation, however, saw the young woman paused almost abruptly. "How muddy is this trail?!" She inquired with a noticeable hint of suspicion. After all, she often found herself trampling through the forests that lined the outskirts of the city on a fairly frequent basis - the herbs there were far fresh than those bought in any store and thus provided that kick the young witch preferred to ensure her magical workings had. Still, he clearly had anticipated far more of her attire then even Serafina herself might have invested, without the disclaimer that he had provided her. That was a compliment - right? Sort of? Still, Serafina could hardly suppress the roll of her eyes as she followed within the man's wake and down to the trail he had indicated.

Okay - the mud was terrible by the young witch's standards. Fallen trees? No problem. Giant boulders? She could even handle those, perhaps having a bit more fun the necessary jumping off their elevation when Azrael wasn't looking in a child like fashion. But dear god the mud. It caked the bottom of her shoes and turned them a god awful color. He should have mentioned the shoes not the wardrobe! She could have done this in an evening dress with shitty shoes instead of the sneakers she had on now. She'd have to buy new shoes. In fact, it was her shoes that largely occupied her distressed thoughts as the pair progressed thicker into the forest and by the time Azrael had actually offered his hand, Serafina was nearly grateful for the man's presence, sliding her fingertips into his own as she carefully picked her way down from the rock she momentarily had occupied.

Serafina hardly answered at the man's insistence that they weren't much further, instead simply trusting the man as he led her just a bit further before the pair paused in front of a rather large lake. Serafina could scarcely deny the appear for the water alone. Ever since her discovery of her affinity for the liquid, there had been something about water that drew her - lakes, rivers, streams, they fell within her domain. Though, he didn't know that. It was the gesture of his hand that drew the young woman's gaze, her lips parting ever so slightly at the sight of the building that stood at the edge of the lake. She could hardly deny how impressed she was by the place. It was beautiful, that she couldn't deny. "Are you sure it's okay?" She inquired softly at Azrael's mention that the Council owned it. After all, Serafina had hardly forgotten what she was - and what the council stood for. However, it was the man's admittance that he wasn't good at this which saw Serafina turn back towards him. "This?" She inquired, her question but a whisper on her lips. "What is this?" It was perhaps silly to outright ask such a question and yet, things between them were so...off the majority of the time that occasionally even the witch needed some measure of reassurance on the quest she was embarking on.