04-19-2009, 02:07 PM
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She was being formed by the people she knew, the darkness of Vendetta and the King she had met, melting in her own darkness. She loved it, loved the freedom it brought, walked in it. It would help her, it would shape her, she would gain control and poise, become stronger and better than she already was. Sabeen's feet were on fire as she crept through the Ethereal Eclipse, guiding her along the life she had no control over. Fate was fickle.
The smell came first, vaguely familiar, as if from a dream. The woman had encountered this other before, in Dahlia, but it had been a brief meeting, unhappy, she had been consumed with anger and fear. Dahlia had been an awful place, unfit for life. She tried to call forth an image of the other woman, but it was blank. A nobody. Sabeen sought her out this time, finding her quickly. She stood away, watching the face with the blue, blue eyes. "Who are you." It was less a question, more a demand. It was Sab's habit to start out her meetings this way. It gave her the advantage, to know who was who, first.
The smell came first, vaguely familiar, as if from a dream. The woman had encountered this other before, in Dahlia, but it had been a brief meeting, unhappy, she had been consumed with anger and fear. Dahlia had been an awful place, unfit for life. She tried to call forth an image of the other woman, but it was blank. A nobody. Sabeen sought her out this time, finding her quickly. She stood away, watching the face with the blue, blue eyes. "Who are you." It was less a question, more a demand. It was Sab's habit to start out her meetings this way. It gave her the advantage, to know who was who, first.