Post by Reyna on Jul 16, 2010 17:29:58 GMT -7
Thoughts assaulted her mind, the memories of past conversations and the reason for her being here in the first place. She hated the rain. It hadn’t rained much where she had grown up and she usually picked areas with low rainfall to live, so when the dark clouds had obscured the stars this night, she was loath to go out. But tonight was the night, and she supposed the rain shower was fitting for the mood. Picking at the studs in her lip, she left the shelter of the overpass and drew her leather jacket closer around her torso, head ducking to reduce the amount of water that sloughed into her eyes.
Thunder rumbled in the clouds, and idly the woman began to count the seconds in her head until a flash of lightning illuminated the sky. Four miles. Not that it matters. After all, it’s already raining. Smiling, though the expression was a bit bitter, she continued walking, trying to avoid the deep puddles gathering in the cracks and pockets of the unpaved concrete under her feet, boots splashing through the smaller ones and the tiny streams of water travelling towards the unprepared storm drains. Soon, the systems would be backed up and the water would flow right back out, pooling in the streets if the rain kept up its torrential downpour.
As she sloshed through on her way to the specific intersection, she closed her eyes, remembering her reason for venturing out in the first place.
She’s a disloyal, ungrateful child.
Am I really like that..?
I don’t think he knows the meaning of loyalty.
There’s nothing “special” about the name Drakonis.
I had to prove my love to him. That should never happen in a relationship.
Mushi and I have it all figured out.
SilentAria burned you with Garlic Spray!
Whatever makes you happy.
“Whatever makes me happy…?” She mumbled, a wry smile tugging at her lips and her thumb brushed over the diamond ring on her left heart finger as she shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket, blinking droplets of rain from her dark eyelashes. “Going back to being a hermit would make me happy, but it’s too late for that. I’ve formed…relationships. What an odd concept for someone like me.” All this was said under her breath, she already knew she was an odd sight out this late at night during such a storm, let alone to be talking loudly to herself. Signs of mental insanity in random passersby were never wanted. They might remember her face.
Her phone vibrated in her back pocket and she fished it out, pressing a few buttons before she stopped short, reading the message. A rather wide, almost genuine smile appeared and she sent a message back, turning to go down an adjacent alleyway. She had a date with a Shard and a bank.
The bank Avarice had indicated wasn’t far, only a few blocks, really, but she still ran, eager to get the coin that would help complete the transaction that she both dreaded and anticipated with equal fervor. The rain picked up its vicious downpour as she ran, the drops splattering into her face and obscuring her vision until it was merely blurry outlines. Picking up a hand, the woman ran the back over her eyes to clear the water from her ‘lashes. Nodding her head to the Eventide leader, she accepted the coin from him, a hefty sum, really, and deposited all but 50,000 coins, the slip going into her pocket.
A brief smile flickered over her features at his words of luck before she went back in the opposite direction towards the looming silhouette of the Hall of Severance, making sure to make quick work of the distance lest some wandering vampire with sticky fingers took her severance money.
Surprisingly, there weren’t many lingering in the Hall; most of them were gathered and sleeping in its twin, which, on the other hand, was not surprising to the tall woman at all. Reyna stepped up to the shadowed conclave, the sack of coin jingling almost dismally as she set it within reach of the figure residing within and the echo of a ceremonial dagger being drawn echoed within. The dagger replaced the coin, the dull light shining wickedly on the polished blade, and she took it gingerly in her right hand, fingers curling around to grip it.
She pulled the sleeve of her jacket up, exposing the tan, flawless skin of her forearm and set the flat of the blade against it, the cold of the metal not even registering against the chill of her undead corpse. The Splinter pressed the tip against where the ulnar artery and veins met the wrist, cutting into the flesh before she slid it in further, blood bubbling up and dripping in thin rivulets down her wrist to splatter against the floor. Dragging the dagger backward toward her elbow, she sliced her arm open, blood splashing against the marble to form a crimson puddle.
Your link to your sire Deylin has been severed. Thank you.
Reyna felt free. Strangely freer than she had felt when she had entered the City a master. The weight of irritation and sadness still clung heavily to her heart, but it was lessened without the looming presence of an unwanted sire. Wrapping the gaping, still bleeding wound in her arm with gauze and strips of linen, she walked back out of the Hall.
Nothing is more difficult, and therefore more precious, than to be able to decide.
Thunder rumbled in the clouds, and idly the woman began to count the seconds in her head until a flash of lightning illuminated the sky. Four miles. Not that it matters. After all, it’s already raining. Smiling, though the expression was a bit bitter, she continued walking, trying to avoid the deep puddles gathering in the cracks and pockets of the unpaved concrete under her feet, boots splashing through the smaller ones and the tiny streams of water travelling towards the unprepared storm drains. Soon, the systems would be backed up and the water would flow right back out, pooling in the streets if the rain kept up its torrential downpour.
As she sloshed through on her way to the specific intersection, she closed her eyes, remembering her reason for venturing out in the first place.
She’s a disloyal, ungrateful child.
Am I really like that..?
I don’t think he knows the meaning of loyalty.
There’s nothing “special” about the name Drakonis.
I had to prove my love to him. That should never happen in a relationship.
Mushi and I have it all figured out.
SilentAria burned you with Garlic Spray!
Whatever makes you happy.
“Whatever makes me happy…?” She mumbled, a wry smile tugging at her lips and her thumb brushed over the diamond ring on her left heart finger as she shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket, blinking droplets of rain from her dark eyelashes. “Going back to being a hermit would make me happy, but it’s too late for that. I’ve formed…relationships. What an odd concept for someone like me.” All this was said under her breath, she already knew she was an odd sight out this late at night during such a storm, let alone to be talking loudly to herself. Signs of mental insanity in random passersby were never wanted. They might remember her face.
Her phone vibrated in her back pocket and she fished it out, pressing a few buttons before she stopped short, reading the message. A rather wide, almost genuine smile appeared and she sent a message back, turning to go down an adjacent alleyway. She had a date with a Shard and a bank.
The bank Avarice had indicated wasn’t far, only a few blocks, really, but she still ran, eager to get the coin that would help complete the transaction that she both dreaded and anticipated with equal fervor. The rain picked up its vicious downpour as she ran, the drops splattering into her face and obscuring her vision until it was merely blurry outlines. Picking up a hand, the woman ran the back over her eyes to clear the water from her ‘lashes. Nodding her head to the Eventide leader, she accepted the coin from him, a hefty sum, really, and deposited all but 50,000 coins, the slip going into her pocket.
A brief smile flickered over her features at his words of luck before she went back in the opposite direction towards the looming silhouette of the Hall of Severance, making sure to make quick work of the distance lest some wandering vampire with sticky fingers took her severance money.
Surprisingly, there weren’t many lingering in the Hall; most of them were gathered and sleeping in its twin, which, on the other hand, was not surprising to the tall woman at all. Reyna stepped up to the shadowed conclave, the sack of coin jingling almost dismally as she set it within reach of the figure residing within and the echo of a ceremonial dagger being drawn echoed within. The dagger replaced the coin, the dull light shining wickedly on the polished blade, and she took it gingerly in her right hand, fingers curling around to grip it.
She pulled the sleeve of her jacket up, exposing the tan, flawless skin of her forearm and set the flat of the blade against it, the cold of the metal not even registering against the chill of her undead corpse. The Splinter pressed the tip against where the ulnar artery and veins met the wrist, cutting into the flesh before she slid it in further, blood bubbling up and dripping in thin rivulets down her wrist to splatter against the floor. Dragging the dagger backward toward her elbow, she sliced her arm open, blood splashing against the marble to form a crimson puddle.
Your link to your sire Deylin has been severed. Thank you.
Reyna felt free. Strangely freer than she had felt when she had entered the City a master. The weight of irritation and sadness still clung heavily to her heart, but it was lessened without the looming presence of an unwanted sire. Wrapping the gaping, still bleeding wound in her arm with gauze and strips of linen, she walked back out of the Hall.
Nothing is more difficult, and therefore more precious, than to be able to decide.