<br/><br/>Lurking in the blackness next to her prey, it was easy for the shade to draw on her stronger senses when the light failed and uncertainty came to others. The priestess seemed to be no stranger to abuse, or at least, markedly learned in the discipline of how to handle it and mete it out. It was easy for Twilight to sense the furious thrumming in her captive's flesh. To draw up on her anger, to let it become her focus; Twilight understood something of the discipline the woman had.<br/>