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Mutely, Heidi advanced through the shrubby grasslands headed towards her destination; D’Neville Mansion. Privily, behind a large clump of vegetation she morphed to Optime form, her muscled figure shaping into an elegant slim hourglass physique, and long spoils of silver curls started to spill down her back. Once completely shifted she pulled from a old worn leather bag tied around her waist two camouflage coloured wristbands, and a somewhat ragged and ripped pair of shorts of the same colouring with a brass-buckled belt intact, as well as a old torn cloth of which she wrapped neatly around her upper torso. Pulling the two woolly bands over her brutally scarred wrists, she winced at emotional cicatrix from her former being, clutching the glimmering emerald stone resting around her neck. Carefully she folded the leather sachet back together and jogged lightly in a long steady stride, taking deep long breaths and building up her velocity gradually. She entered a muster of large vegetation, ferns and trees with low and medium shrubs spitted around the forest floor. The air was damp, humid and mustered with moisture. Through some clusters of trees she could of barely made out the formidable beast of a mansion awaiting her, its bold presence had clearly stood the test of time very well, as she stopped for a moment to embrace the building’s aura.
Stretching out into a long gliding walk, she made her way up through the gate way, past the guard house and along and up the driveway before stopping just before the covered porch, her dished ears pricked, searching for any voices or sounds they could catch hold of. The doorway looked dark and sinister in a way, as her viridian optics scanned every detail and analysed it. Well aware she could be being watched, she felt that maybe a foreign pair of eyes could be pressing upon her. Cautiously she stepped under the cover of the porch, the old bricks above her casted a dark shadow upon her figurine, in which her gem necklace glimmered off the faintest tint of light that touched it, reflecting small verdigris flecks of light upon the old weathered door. Artistically she reached for the handle, turning it slowly and opening the door as wide and as far as it would go, stepping in cautiously and carefully without sound. In the corners of the room dark shadows spilled in, and cast shadows upon the open floor in which they feasted upon the dim shards of light left in the chamber. Intently she looked upon every doorway entrance and portal in the room awaiting another presence to break through the darkness.
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