On a day when lovers celebrated the most, in the darkest part of the night just before the dawn, a shimmering wave stretched across the air just above the tree tops overlooking the Cemetery. The shimmer had no light to reveal its nature beneath the darkest part of a New Moon's trek across the sky. So when the figure slipped through the curtain of time, it emerged into the deepest cover in any night.
She knew this would be a good point in time to come to. She knew the new moon would be in full bloom this night. She knew the place would be sparse of people and the cemetary was considerably familiar to her. It was a good place to re-establish herself in time.
The figure hovered above the trees, blood dripping from several wounds, even though she was slowly healing them closed. She needed time, needed a place to rest. So while on Valentine's Day night those lovers were taking comfort in each others arms, Sha'uri would take comfort among the dead. There were no thoughts to interrupt her, no voices to be heard....rest among the dead would be complete.
She grimaced as the shifted her form to look around. Her fight with Valeria had hurt her more then she let the girl know. The wounds beneath her scales still burned from the ice. A quiet but feral growl briefly escaped her as she shook the thoughts from her mind. She shifted her amethyst gaze over the slumbering dead, searching for an ideal spot to lay among them to rest.
Floating over the plot of graves, she descended beneath the trees to get a better look, meandering towards the more wealthy section in search of a nice comfy mausoleum. She spied the Ravenlock special section and made a note of Jewel's own grave among her children. Part of her felt the pain of loss for the family....a part of her that buried so deep it didn't even allow her to cry, yet she would of if it weren't for the taint.
Part of her grinned with a feral thought while amethyst light flared briefly in her eyes. Sarcasm dripped darkly within sultry tones.
"Sleep well, Ms Popular. You're better off dead." She grinned. "A pity, though. You would've been fun to add into my army....but.....nObody should be that special. You've been special long enough. Rest in blissful Hell."
A maniacal chuckle quietly escaped her as she simply turned away, leaving the Ravenlock to her rest....a boon from the subdued self to get the other to leave the Ravenlock alone.
She meandered to an older section of the rich and famous....or infamous as the case may be. Finding an ideal one far from the main path, she stepped up to the side of the mausoleum. She lifted her hands to the side of the building and melded her form through the cracks and crevices, even the pores of the marble and stone house of the dead....passing through the barriers of magic long faded. She left no footprint, no trace of her passing.
She reformed on the other side, leaving no trace of anything. Then she stepped closer to the sarcophagus. Dust was everywhere. The wooden plaque still held the name and date.....which were unimportant to her. The occupant had been dead for over a hundred years. Nobody would be coming to check on this one. That was all that mattered.
Without a care, she moved the stone from the top and ripped the lid off the dead man's coffin. His body nothing but bones inside. There was no care to her motion as she scooped out the contents and let them fall to the side of the coffin. Then she climbed in and shut the stone sarcophagus. She lay there for a brief time before sleep took over her....resting her mind and body in her slumber...
((This string treks from this one: Casualty of Causality Also, Playables Notation: Cemetery Raided....Again? This will also lead to other related links.))
She knew this would be a good point in time to come to. She knew the new moon would be in full bloom this night. She knew the place would be sparse of people and the cemetary was considerably familiar to her. It was a good place to re-establish herself in time.
The figure hovered above the trees, blood dripping from several wounds, even though she was slowly healing them closed. She needed time, needed a place to rest. So while on Valentine's Day night those lovers were taking comfort in each others arms, Sha'uri would take comfort among the dead. There were no thoughts to interrupt her, no voices to be heard....rest among the dead would be complete.
She grimaced as the shifted her form to look around. Her fight with Valeria had hurt her more then she let the girl know. The wounds beneath her scales still burned from the ice. A quiet but feral growl briefly escaped her as she shook the thoughts from her mind. She shifted her amethyst gaze over the slumbering dead, searching for an ideal spot to lay among them to rest.
Floating over the plot of graves, she descended beneath the trees to get a better look, meandering towards the more wealthy section in search of a nice comfy mausoleum. She spied the Ravenlock special section and made a note of Jewel's own grave among her children. Part of her felt the pain of loss for the family....a part of her that buried so deep it didn't even allow her to cry, yet she would of if it weren't for the taint.
Part of her grinned with a feral thought while amethyst light flared briefly in her eyes. Sarcasm dripped darkly within sultry tones.
"Sleep well, Ms Popular. You're better off dead." She grinned. "A pity, though. You would've been fun to add into my army....but.....nObody should be that special. You've been special long enough. Rest in blissful Hell."
A maniacal chuckle quietly escaped her as she simply turned away, leaving the Ravenlock to her rest....a boon from the subdued self to get the other to leave the Ravenlock alone.
She meandered to an older section of the rich and famous....or infamous as the case may be. Finding an ideal one far from the main path, she stepped up to the side of the mausoleum. She lifted her hands to the side of the building and melded her form through the cracks and crevices, even the pores of the marble and stone house of the dead....passing through the barriers of magic long faded. She left no footprint, no trace of her passing.
She reformed on the other side, leaving no trace of anything. Then she stepped closer to the sarcophagus. Dust was everywhere. The wooden plaque still held the name and date.....which were unimportant to her. The occupant had been dead for over a hundred years. Nobody would be coming to check on this one. That was all that mattered.
Without a care, she moved the stone from the top and ripped the lid off the dead man's coffin. His body nothing but bones inside. There was no care to her motion as she scooped out the contents and let them fall to the side of the coffin. Then she climbed in and shut the stone sarcophagus. She lay there for a brief time before sleep took over her....resting her mind and body in her slumber...
((This string treks from this one: Casualty of Causality Also, Playables Notation: Cemetery Raided....Again? This will also lead to other related links.))