As Kat flies over an area with a rocky outcropping, smoke can be detected, but not that of fire. No... this doesn't smell of wood, bone or meat. This smells of cigar, a thick heavy smell accompanied by the scents of clove and a mix of acrid tar and black magic.
Maybe there had been something there before the caster arrived, but now all was engulfed in purple flame. At its center was a clearing, a ring in which stood a man looking at the flames as if they were no more than a summer breeze. His clothes were strange—black with razor thin purple pinstripes, with a hat that matched the design.
There was only one time, he might have been seen in this form, but Bonely Bonachard never really left any witnesses alive for long.
Kat landed, stumbling a little, her eye wide in disbelief. "rimem?" Her voice hoarse and weak. she could not stay long. but Bonely stood before her. She had to acknowledge him, wrapping her arms around him sniffling softly.
