Topic: Whispers in the Dark

Storm Divine

Date: 2007-03-06 02:04 EST
True to Ewan's words, her house was burned down to ashes. To nothing.

It was the middle of the night, and there she was, seemingly out of no where, covered in black from the neck down. She even had a black tie over her hair. Her mode of transportation this night - herself. She materialized out of the air, which was just herself. She usually didn't prefer to use this mode, it was so easy to slip in and out of everywhere, but she had to get out tonight. There was no room for error. So now, here she stood, in front of her burned home, her gift going in all sorts of directions. She had to bring a hand to the bridge of her nose to keep from swaying, and had to close her eyes to keep them from crossing.

She knew now for certain, without a doubt, it was White Fire. Ashes such as these, was more than obvious. A fool even now it would seem. It took several minutes for her head to clear, she could feel the hate, it was why her home was gone within such a sort amount of time. She also could feel the conflict of the Darkness and the Fire... the difference of no element to extreme... it had a harsh effect. She was able to push aside after considerable thought, a bead of sweat rolled down the back of her neck, and she absently rubbed the back of her turtleneck. This was good, she had not had a chance to use to gift for true reasons since she's been back. At least she had strength in this.

She had not even stepped foot into the ashes, and she could already see the disruption from others. Why her home had taken an interest in others, she hadn't the faintest. The smallest step inside to what was her living room, grey eyes sharp and searching.

The battle was far from over.

Storm Divine

Date: 2007-03-07 02:32 EST
She took a more confident step into what once was her living room. She could hear the ashes gently be crushed under her boots. Another sign of White Fire, the slightest crunch to the ashes. She was light of her feet, grey eyes sharp in the dark as she kept her attention pasted on the ground below her. She did not fear for someone approaching her, she had shield around her and her own, and her ears were straining for disruption in the outside sounds.

She made her way to slightly off of the middle of room, roughly where she had fallen asleep. There. A change in color. She knelt in place, balance perfect as she peered down at the ground. Blood. This must have been where he had started to strangle her. Pinned her body under his and pressed her to the ground. A brief shake of her head and she closed her eyes, letting the feeling of the moment pass. She had to be an observer, had to look for what she would have never seen. She opened her eyes then, and stared down at the stain in the floor that wasn't fried to a crisp. If only it was still wet, she could be able to see the runny texture that claimed any Air. No matter.

She stood then, and started to walk left, vivid memory in her mind. A jumble of limbs, fighting for the top, the advantage. Here, the wall would have been. She looked up, placing the wall in her mind. Yes, it was here that she was pinned once again. Grey eyes looked down for any signs. There.. and there.. she squatted again, to look. Inspect. Learn. Three different samples of blood here. Dimly lit grey eyes search each with critical eyes - there was no room for error. She touched each, two coming cold and the last warm to the touch. She quickly removed her hands, eyes narrowing. His blood. She spilled some of his blood. The slightest of satisfaction, she was not as weak. Even confused, dazed, and tired, she got swipes in.

She would get more, she promised herself that

Storm Divine

Date: 2007-03-08 02:55 EST
She let the anger pass, before standing to her full length again. She then make a sweep of the rest of her home. Or, what was once her home. A quick inspection for anything to have survived.

No. Nothing but her.

She then produced a small jar out of the pocket of the borrowed coat. She knelt down again to gather up ashes into the jar, paying no mind to dirtying her hands.

Or the hot sensation the ashes gave her.

No, instead she welcomed it. Every reminder of her pain, of what he did to her, she stored tightly. All it needed was to be revealed. All a matter of time. Satisfied, she moved away from the ashes, out of once was her home, and walked about hundred meters away. A safe distance.

She studies the property then. If anything, she was going to rebuild, make a point. No one was going to sway her choices in life. No one for the time being anyways. Unless the person was the man her raised her, or the possible man who would stand by her side for a lifetime, no one would sway her.

Her grey eyes started to glow dim as she slipped the filled jar back into its pocket. Hand reach out as she started to form an air bubble, pure air bubble, within the ashes. It was then a matter of condensing them, making them stronger. A prank used by adolescent boys back at home, but it would get her point across.

She lifted the various small orbs up after creating several. A last look, before her hands flew down, and so did the orbs with speed.

Silence.

But, ashes were flying everywhere. No longer were they a pile. The place were her home once was, the ashes were gone. They instead, were floating around for several hundred meters. She turned on her heels and headed for the Sanctuary, ignoring the ashes that fell to her.

She made her return known to all.

Assadar

Date: 2007-03-08 11:25 EST
::Assadar sat in his room by candlelight. It was a bright candlelight, as he had quite a few candles set up. He had been practicing his elemental powers. He needed to be confident in them. He was taking a rest, and he decided to open the window to let some of the cool air in. He blew out some of the candles, and was sitting by the window. All of a sudden, it began to...snow... He had never seen anything like this snow though... It was black snow. How odd. But then again, he was in RhyDin, and thus far... He had seen odder things happen. So there he sat, a kind of smirk on his face, as he enjoyed the black snow::