Even in spite of all of those hours Serafina had spent within the woods - from herb collecting to simply hiding from the world at large, she had never truly embraced the wildness of that forest. The undergrowth grew thick and rampant as they moved further into the trees, the trunks grew closer and tighter together, forcing her to move slightly faster, if she even could while picking through those vines and shrubberies. Serafina was hardly inattentive to the very way the world seemed to hang in suspense, the forest eerily quiet, holding its breath before the storm. Her lips pressed together in a hard line as she paused, her grey tinged gaze turned upwards to survey that forest, as if searching for the threat that the animals seemed to pick up on so flawlessly. It bothered her, that tension, and yet, it was only the fleeting backside of Brennan that caught her attention. What had started as a quest of anger was quickly turning into one of concern. If he was out here, the last thing she wanted was for the man she'd once so desperately loved to find his end at whatever could prompt this uncanny reaction within a forest.

It was inevitable, really, that he'd notice her eventually. Between the dead silent as his own loud rustling through the undergrowth, she was almost surprised that he hadn't noticed her petite form trailing after him sooner. The man's sudden freezing caused her own figure to move, as if she too was preparing for some attack that he'd seen that she had not, only for the realization that it was her to hit the young witch. A soft huff of left her lips as she moved closer towards him, the leaves gentle swishing beside her jeaned pants. She was surprised by the ease in which Brennan called to his own weapon, though she knew he would never use them on him. It was her voice that carried throughout the stillness, shattering the silence with her feminine sarcastic quip. Her arms crossed upon her chest just beneath her breasts, the girl clearly displeased by the amount of trekking required for them to arrive here within the first place. She watched with perceptive eyes as his stance changed, clearly dropping his guard and yet, despite that roguish grin on his features, he hardly seemed nearly as pleased as he once had to see her petite figure.

That sound of her name upon his lips caused a small glimpse of satisfaction to cross her features and yet, it was fleeting in the wake of her demands. She was painfully aware of his absence within her life. After so many years, to get him back only to have him avoid her all over again? It brought back those old hurts, those feelings of abandonment that had long since prevailed in her life. After all, everyone she ever had left her, by their own choice, her own hand, or by unfortunate circumstances neither party had control over. All of them left. Once upon a time, she had thought he was different. And yet, it seemed time kept proving her otherwise. That antagonistic utterance prompted little more than a sigh from her lips, the girl unable to help that glimpse of annoyance on her features. It was easier to be angry then to let him see the hurt. "So then you have been avoiding me?" She inquired quite pointedly and yet, she hardly had time to make her point before those very tables turned, promoting his sudden insistence that she belonged within those woods no more then he did. A small shrug crossed her shoulders. "I don't know, following around a skulking character through my woods." She retorted, quite purposefully ignoring his assurance that she hardly belonged there.

Serafina placed her hand on her hips, her nose wrinkling as that smell finally accosted her. It was that very demand for what he'd done to smell so awful that finally seemed to prompt an almost clueless look on his face. "Ugh, it's like...something's burnt or something." She declared only for her hand to wave in front of her face, as if to chase that scent away. She took a tentative step forward, entirely contemplating dunking him in her affinity, though it would take effort to pull water from the very air itself. It was only the mention of his demonic creatures that saw her pause, that frown returning with a vengeance. She knew, naturally, of the creatures that had caused his return, or at least, his tale of that demonic overlord. She hadn't realized that he came accompanied with a whole host of other creatures, the very sorts that were her own definition of 'hell'. "Eww...." She muttered at the idea of some ghoulish goo creature with....teeth....and likely a very gross equally as gooish heart at its center. It was definitely better that thing was dead. His insistent query on what she was doing out here, however, prompted another shrug from her shoulders. "I was curious to see what prompted you to tramp all the way out here...there's not...another one of those...goo things around here is there?" She inquired her stormy gaze scanned her surroundings, clearly expecting the worst.

That sudden challenge to his voice caused her gaze to shift away from the surrounding foliage. Her eyebrow rose ever so slightly as she eyed him with a hard look, even though the girl was merely drawing upon that memory of the last time she had robbed him of his clothes. He was....so God damned enticing. "I care to throw you in a lake." She responded, purposefully leaving those desires left unsaid, and too, unacted on. After all, Azrael hadn't abandoned her yet, even in spite of her insistence he would. She supposed, however, she should give him the benefit of the doubt, hard as it was. At least he wasn't avoiding her like the roguish pirate that stood before her.

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