A ghost in a graveyard

Axelle Napier · 12-16-2010, 12:07 AM

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Haha, I love roleplaying something that I haven’t experienced, but that also makes it harder at the same time. [600+ WC]

The two toned femme laid in her spot for over four hours now. She was sad today, and she didn’t exactly know why. She lay over a plot and before a gravestone that read DRACULA. She always got a certain vibe from this grave, and the vibe matched her personality. Whenever Axelle had a bad day she would lay on this person’s grave and think about life. Life and all the other problems she was going through at the time. She was still not over the fact that she was raped by a brutal wolf, and then hurt by another disturbed one. She could understand that was the kind of life she wanted for herself, but didn’t know she would attract all kinds of life forms to her to hurt her as well. She whined at the horrible memory of being raped. She felt queasy to know that they had been attached for a half an hour, and she had to look into the ugly blind brute’s face after he had committed such a awful deed to her.

Her different colored eyes were now staring at the large name of the headstone. DRACULA. I wonder what kind of person this was? A name like this sounds quite sinister. She wanted someone to talk to who wouldn’t answer back, and often came here to talk to this person. He would never answer, but she swore at times she could feel a change in the energy around her and the grave. That was an answer good enough for her.

A light layer of snow had caked onto her fur. She stood with her eyes still locked on the head stone, and shook all the snow off of her fur. Suddenly, she froze. She heard a voice in the distance. It was a foreign voice of another femme. Well, all the voices were foreign to Axelle. She had no friends and not even any acquaintances. She was a true outcast at heart. It took a bit of effort to pull her eyes away from the headstone to look into the direction of the voice. Her mind wanted to follow it out of curiosity and her heart wanted to stay with Dracula. She took a step toward the voice, and turned toward the gravestone once more with her eyes on the person’s name, DRACULA.

I bid you farewell, Dracula. Whoever you are.

She wanted to know more about this person. Their grave site looked important like they were important in their lifetime. Maybe they had power and maybe that’s why Axelle feels so much energy in the area. She could be just imagining it, too, but she believed. She lowered her head, and walked toward the sound. Not long after she started walking and weaving through the graves she found the source of the voice. It was indeed a femme. Axelle ducked behind a large headstone, and watched the strange woman talk to the air. It seemed she really saw something, and was now continuing to lick mid air and call out a certain name. Cheron. Special in its own way it was.

Axelle stayed hidden for another minute or two before she couldn’t take watching her anymore. She needed to know what was wrong with her, but didn’t really want to intrude at the same moment. Her mind got the best of her this time, and she came out from hiding behind her tombstone. She carefully approached the female from behind and saw that the female’s expressions looked as if she was greeting an old friend or something of the kind, but there was no one before her. Axelle took one more curious step toward the woman, which now she was a good three feet away. She craned her neck to look around her.

Who are you talking to?

Her tone was rather blunt, but still filled with curiosity. She stood her ground stiffly. She had no idea what mental state this lady was in, and she didn’t need anymore crazy encounters. That would really send her over the wall.

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