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Alley lift Raven up and placed her on her strong back. Carreing her outside and further to get her away from Yawgmoth.

She heaved a sigh, as usual there was fighting. Taking a few steps she hauled herself out a window, landing softly on the ground below. She sat back in the grass leaning on the wall of the main room. Smiling she ran her hands through the blades of grass.

Yawgmoth's lips curled into a sneer at her first statement. "Of course it is." he said leaving his arms to fall at his side. Despite his look he was ready for almost anything she could throw at him. Well this is what he thought anyway until she laid her hands on his abs. His brow couldn't help but arch at just what the ******** she was doing. Did he make her hit her head perhaps?. Her second statement hit him. Though he didn't respond it was true. The static was nothing more than a tingling sensation for him. The thickness of his skin unable to conduct electricity that much.

Yawgmoth paused for a moment as she finished this entire ordeal. He was quite taken aback by it all, especially her last statement. "And what of it? Hmmmm?" The Dark King asked intrigued now by her....odd reaction. Odd wasn't even the word to describe this sudden shift in her attitude more like..well. Yawgmoth couldn't think of the word at the moment. Surprised by it all, too much to think. He waited for her response, eagerly awaited at that.

Ayla tilted her head slightly to the side. Her hair fell away as she peered at him curiously. The dim light of the inn It baffled her that he had even let her get that close to him, much less allow her to touch him the way she was. "Well, I would have imagined you to be the kind of guy to keep your wife close... at all... times-" Ayla stopped dead in her tracks as a pale figure stepped out of the shadows. "Who in the hell is that?" she mumbled to herself, her concentration fading. Instantly, she stopped levitating.

The Psion's feet touched the solid, wooden floor in a matter of seconds. Having lost all interest in what she was doing, Ayla covered her neck with her hair and turned her back against Yawgmoth to study the new woman.

Summoning one of her darklings, Crow handed the wriggling rat down to him and command it to be caged and delivered to her dungeon. Her full attention was now on her husband and the stranger who in thier midst. Her alabaster skin shimmered in the soft light bringing her delicate features out more. Crow's arms enclose Yawgmoth just as her lips took to his. Nothing else mattered in that moment.

Ayla's worlds fell on the deaf ears of Yawgmoth who's ears only heard the sounds of his and Crow's passionate kiss. The rest of the world seemed to fade away into blackness leaving only Yawgmoth and Crow with one another. During this entire kiss Yawgmoth's powerful arms took Crow up and into them bringing her closer to him. As the seemingly endless kiss faded, the world came back into reality for him, not that it mattered. His world was in his arms now. "Hello there my beloved. You look at stunning as ever before. We've missed you." Yawgmoth's voice echoed softly to her in a gentle tone. Despite his big ego and tough guy act, this all came crashing down around Crow. He was a fool in love around her, following her like a love sick puppy or something. But it was worth it, Yawgmoth had never felt so strongly about another as he did about Crow.

Ayla sighed blissfully and stocked up on two more bottles of alcohol. Brushing past both Crow and Yawgmoth, she picked up the bandages that had previously been wrapped around her ribcage and giggled softly to herself. Perfect timing, Ayla, perfect timing. Clutching the bottles tightly her chest, the Psion could feel the alcohol taking over her starving, small body as she headed out the door.

Her little hellhole was calling her name.