03-10-2018, 12:45 PM
| She has always been alone—perhaps the choices of her past have led her to end up this way. Often she did not seek out the company of others, but from time to time she did yearn for the touch and companionship. Perhaps it was the way of families and kingdom-like groups she came across that struck a chord within her. It was a chord she felt hollowed within (an empty place that perhaps would always remain within her). The night has always brought her out. She has always preferred the hours of the wolf. The darkness was a companion to her on those lonely nights. It was always a rarity you would ever see her brighten up a dreary day or the dead of night. Shadows were an on friend to her—and she hid herself well in them when she could (as much as anyone could with the ability to control light). And tonight she dwells with those that melded within the dark arts. The group dynamic is considerably strange, but she does not care for formalities and what not. Instead, she considers what these strangers bring with them in the late hours of the night. Something brings them here, or even by accidently coincidence. She is simply returning to a home she never thought she would come to be at. Then again, she had thought this place to be long dead. She is silent as she watches the others after her introduction. Never is she too quick to give her name. It is always wise, she finds, to learn for those she meets first. Not everyone was willing to be your friend, and times like this (especially on her return to Beqanna) she has a right to be hesitant. The young boys obviously know each other already, there is familiarity in the way they look at one another. A kinship already bonded by something—family or friends, it did not matter if they were blood-bound or not. It was a story unlike her own. Her family riddled in the power of blood. Carefully was her parents picked out of the groups for the positions they held in a long ago time of Beqanna. And even star-crossed lovers were kept a secret within the dark. She knows little of the real family she was bound to (there is a whole another side of her family she has never met before on her father’s side). She smiles. It is a smirk that lights up her face now, unfolding the mask she wore when first greeting those in the group. “I doubt you would ever see the likes of me here,” she says teasingly. Her head then turns to the boy with the glowing horn, wrapped closely with the dark-welder boy, “I’m Nightbreak.” A name that has no meaning anymore—just an old forgotten tale, a blood line of kings and queens that once had meaning. “What brings you all out here tonight?” She asks bluntly. Might as well get to the point? |
@[michaelis]