Selenia listened to the man of Red with some inner contemplation. She didn't remember dying quite yet but she wasn't surprised, only that she had survived so long. She wasn't exactly careful of her mortality, and what she didn't remember was running through what looked a skirmish at the border of two nations at war. No, cautious was not something you could call Selenia. 

She barely took account of the man of Red dismissing her, and she started walking in a direction. There didn't seem to be any particular directions that she could discern. No visible sun, no wind, no nothing. She could be going in circles and she would never know. Unless she ran into the man of Red, of course, but she suspected he had some sorts of magicks that wouldn't allow that. As she moved she could feel a single vine winding around her body from her back. She couldn't remember the last time she didn't have less than three vines winding around her body. She tried to make her spit poisonous but she didn't feel any of normal burning that came with the acidic nature of the poison. Finally she released her poison spore, and while it expelled from her pores, it didn't go nearly as far as she was used to it going. She was essentially an adolescent again, it was an odd feeling. 

Eventually she reached a small rocky alcove. She hadn't seen anyone else in her trek, and she didn't know if that was a good thing or not. She settled in the alcove, her back to the wall and she tried to figure out what her next plan was. At some point, she needed her magic back. Even if she refused to kill with it, not having it made her uncomfortable. It could also, eventually, help with her escape plans. She didn't plan on dying over and over for the rest of time, and finding love wasn't in the cards either. 

Selenia's musing was interrupted by a loud moaning coming from the opening of the alcove. Suddenly there was a giant hunk of flesh in front of her. Her vine, which had been pretty lethargic until this point, moved to attention, pressing into her hand and coiling into itself as a whip. The giant figure in front of her didn't say anything but ran at her. Selenia flicked her vine out, and it curled around his neck as he ran at her. She stepped neatly to one side as he barreled past her, into a wall. As he did that, she tightened the vine around his neck. The combination sent him to the ground, not moving except his chest rising every few seconds. Selenia didn't wait to see if he would survive, she didn't want to know the answer.  Instead her vine settled back against her skin and she kept moving.