I can smell her.

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She has returned.  I took a bit of time off, for... a number of reasons.  None of them having to do with her.  Busy, busy, busy.  I had things to do, things to tend, and life just happens.  She is back.  She was always there, but on a back burner, to my mind.  What caused the switch, one way, then the other, is not for me to say.  Haunting me, she is.  I see her eyes in the night.


On the good side?  I know she has not forgotten me.  I haunt her no less.  Her hunger, want... her need to be fulfilled.  I smell it on her psychic breath.  I went looking for a tongue for those of her thoughts I sense.  Odd how the winds lead me to... places.


To find out... more.  For very good reasons.  I'm pretty sure I won't... need to do my job with her.  But I must know.  I'm not seeking work.


I learned, first as a man.  Then as what I am.  How to deal with what isn't right.  Mostly, however, I learned to avoid it.


The promise makes the search worth the risk.