#crownedwithashes

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Grey clouds over head, dark waters hitting against the sands. It was hard to focus on anything, it was hard to hear and see everything was different as Tirank pulled herself out of the water. She sat up and looked around confused, she placed a hand on her head as she tries to remember what happened.

She was getting herbs with her master when she heard screaming and yelling, and then her master grabbed her before everything went dark. Then she was in the sea and she had to rush up to the surface for air.

She stood up on her shaky legs and wrapped her arms around herself before she starts to walk slowly, she needed somewhere safe to think on what happened and what to do now.

   It’s late, and she’s alone. ( Well. Not quite alone, if your fire is breathing in time with the animals by your side, your steed and your hound, but still -- company she shares rations with, not quips. ) So strange how being alone was once all she knew, how sleeping under a sky was all she was, all she had, and now... 

   Now she saw sky and stars through canopy of trees. Now she heard rustles in the leaves and felt her finger twitch towards her warhammer. 

   Still alone. Still outside. Still illuminated by fire. 

   But now cold. Now empty. Now... 

   Ancestors, no, it’s not her imagination, that noise to her left. Bjorn stirs when she jumps up, grabs for her warhammer. 

The old vampire gripped his staff tighter; had he not already been pallid, his knuckles would have long turned white. As capable of fighting mortals as he was, he’d found himself at a disadvantage when battling other thinbloods; and, to is horror, this was no mere thin-blood. Solurion turned a blind gaze to the several remaining auras-- still living, praise Auri-El-- before returning to address the other vampire. “And what was your hand in this?” he asked stiffly, ears flicking back in his anxiety. His voice remained calm, though, as he moved closer to the still-living auras. Had the stranger tried to help them, or had they been his prey?

@crownedwithashes -  Prospective, perhaps inviting, the Volkihar Lord noted aloud to the Knight, "The sun is not going to rise anytime soon, you know." 

@crownedwithashes​ - "Do you accept what you are, or do you refuse?"