[Have a curled up form, mostly hidden by the wings, sleeping.  At least, until it tenses, probably jolted awake due to Jigoku’s creep factor atmosphere.  There’s a crunch of a cinnamon candy meeting it’s demise, and Uriel sits up, looking about her warily.]

This isn’t the White City…  Horseman, if you’re playing some kind of twisted game, I’ll make ( Read more... )