Oh no. She knew this feeling. The ache and the warmth underneath her skin along with the smell that crowded the den with the hoard of sleeping bodies. The Santoro had awoken uncomfortable and needed out. So out she went with no idea where to go. She moved on down the monadnock in hopes she'd be the first one out and about this awful morning.
Capable and Spieden had both left along with Spieden's children. It left Piety with the pressure of filling the spot of second but she knew it put her closer to Morganna. The closer to the dark Archer the better, even if there was a price to pay. Yet the pressure of the new rank with the pressure of cooling this sensation was too much. She needed to be alone. She needed to cool off.
At the bottom of the monadnock, she found a perfect spot to wallow. With no one around she got down on the ground and rolled back and forth. She felt a slight relief but it seemed there was more of that dreaded itch the more she thought she cooled it. To express her feelings better a flow of whines and growls pressed forward.
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