Taryn flowed on across the floor, rapidly as she felt his touch and the resulting purification.  Gasping, she came to herself and tugged on her braid. It was white as the cracked salt plains of Sith. Her skin already milky white with caramel colored freckles was white as an albino.<br/><br/>"Damn, I hope I don't have pink eyes," she muttered. She dressed hastily and stepped out from behind the rocks.<br/><br/>"Dayum, different bitch," the Kyote chuckled, coarsely but good naturedly. "Kuguar, what are you doing to pull so many bitches. I want some of what you are drinking."<br/><br/>Taryn narrowed her eyes at him, daring him to say something. With a curt nod to the Kyotes, she sat by the fire and took up a metal cup.<br/><br/>"You say you saw no one else in the Warren?" she asked, abruptly, turning her blazing gaze on them.<br/><br/>The Kyotes glanced at each other and Devlin stammered,<br/>"Uh, no, ma'am, we didn't so not one person out there. Aint a fit night out for man nor  beast."<br/><br/>Taryn relaxed. "It isn't. That's the truth. "<br/><br/>"Uh ma'am? " the other Kyote finally spoke up. "You looking mighty peeked. You feeling okay? I have some spurits that might cheer you up."<br/><br/>"Spurits? oh, alcohol. " Taryn said with dawning understanding. She held out the cup, glaring at Raschen, " I think I will take you up on that offer. Been a little too PURE (ified) lately."