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The exotic dance of the leaves floating against the wind were nothing less than intoxicating to the mind. As they were lifted upward at the smallest amount of breeze, and pulled into a torrent of spins and circles that seemed too elegant to be real, one could find themselves drawn to them eagerly, wanting to join in on the forbidden dance of the fall. They continued to scatter themselves against the forest floor, resting from their tireless activity only moments before, until their partner decided to blast them upward into the air once more, allowing them to show their moves to the lucky few who happened to be watching. How they seemed to weave in and out of the trees was enticing, to say the least, because it seems as though they would never hit the rough bark, as if afraid to taint the lovely pastels of red, orange, and yellow, feeling as though they had left the trees that had housed them and were now defiant in returning to such a place. Instead, they were apt to continue the small interlude of delightful movement, seemingly pausing in mid-air before being cast off in any direction that was chosen for them. Even if they had no control over their steps, it was still something to see if one could appreciate the beauty of nature unhindered. However, as the sound of gravel crunching underneath a heavy footstep could be heard filtering throughout the area, one lithe figure was made visible to the eye. With eyes full of fire, a hand shot out to grab one of the dancing leaves, crushing it in their delicate fist with a smile on their face. It seemed this girl had never appreciated the mocking dance of Autumn.

Glancing at the fragments of something that used to be considered so beautiful, she tilted her hand to the side gently, allowing the pieces to scatter in the wind in a more demented dance than before. Instead of the one graceful movement, they were now torn and frayed, and it seemed the most opportune time as the wind began to howl greatly. It was as if it was appalled and angry at her sudden display of disrespect for what had once been its partner in their elegant display of nature. She, however, didn't seem to care at all, because as she turned to face the direction of the shrieking gusts, she began to laugh, her head thrown back in great amusement, rivulets of crimson locks falling down her back in a cascade of silk. Small black triangles were perched on top of her head, and if one were to look closely, they would see the fur that lined them, indicating she was not of human proportions, but was in fact partial feline. The slant in her eyes and the tail that wrapped around her waist also added to this little detail, although she was not currently thinking about her race, but of the wind that had been afraid of this woman. As soon as her laughter echoed throughout the trees, the wind had ceased its shattered call, dying down in almost an instant, afraid of the woman that stood before it, knowing that she did not seem fazed nor fearful of anything it might throw at her. Unable to hide the glee that she felt, she screamed upwards toward the night sky, the sound reverberating greatly and causing many creatures to stir from their once deep slumber. Flocks of birds flew out of the trees and upwards into the air, their outrage being heard as they cried out in flight. But she didn't care. Instead, she daintily spun around to face the building she had noticed before, a small smile appearing on her lips as she began to move forward.

Her steps were long and graceful, fluid and relaxed, never straying off the path that she had set for herself this lonesome night. With her boots continuing to sink into the ground below her, she paid no attention to the small sounds around her, ignoring them without any worry. Nothing would harm her, she was positive of this little fact. It may have seemed a bit egotistical, considering she was such a delicate female and possibly defenseless, but Serianna would not be deterred from her goal of the night. She had heard many stories of the Orion in her previous travels, and now the call of the fighting and fun that could be offered to her on a platter was too tempting to throw away. She had been searching for a place like this for the longest time, so who was she to refuse such a delicious invitation such as this? Why, it would be rude to turn down such an offer, and so, as her pace quickened only slightly to bring her closer to destination, she could feel the excitement coarsing through her veins. What was this rush, this wonderful little feeling that seemed to cause her poor body to ache so? Was she ready to feel that rush of perhaps death that could snare her in seconds, or was there something else perhaps? Whatever it was, it was starting to overcome her senses and make her dizzy with delight.

No, she would not let it take over her now, she was so close to having all of this. It was right at her fingertips, she could feel it. As she moved to hurry herself to the door, her long skirt seemed to billow around her, sometimes getting caught in the forgotten gusts of air that would suddenly appear out of nowhere, as if trying to startle her into submission. However, they would not be able to stop her, because when Serianna had a purpose in mind, she was too stubborn to let it go. Licking her lips in anticipation, she stopped when she had reached the door. Her chest was heaving as her eyes glinted madly from what could be beyond this wooden barrier that was blocking her from the last few steps she needed to take. Her whole body quivered at the sight of it, and as she began to lift her right hand, a jolt of pleasure ran through her as her fingers barely grazed the handle of the door. What could be behind here that would take control of her mind so quickly and so strongly? Whatever it was, she was more than positive she would not be disappointed. Slowly, ever so slowly, her hand wrapped around the doorknob, gripping tightly as she began to turn it. And with the patience of a saint, she inched the door open, relishing in the loud creaking sound that was made from her actions. And when she couldn't take it anymore, she pushed it all the way open and stepped inside.

Her eyes widened in pure happiness at the sight before her. The authenticity of the place was mindblowing. It seemed so discreet and surreal, yet classy and elegant at the same time. She could see the luxurious chairs and couches scattered around the room, the captivating fireplace that seemed alive with its flames darting out towards anyone who would get too close to its grasp. This place was heaven in her eyes, and as she moved forward in the small daze she was in, she ran her well-manicured hands through her long tresses, twisting the strands around her fingers as she would turn each way to study the patterns and designs that surrounded her. They were all so lovely in her eyes, and that's when she began to laugh again. Standing in the center of the room, she threw back her head in shadowment of what she had done earlier outside, and just laughed. This was her heaven, this was her hell, this was her sanctuary.

After the humor seemed to disappear, she allowed her head to fall forward, her crimson tresses falling in front of her face, hiding her matching eyes from sight. The sleeveless red blouse that she wore clung to her body tightly, framing her curves even though the skirt did nothing to embellish them. However, no matter what she wore, she always managed to retain a look that would cast her as unique, and that was what she always wanted. She would hate to be typecast or thrown into a group that she knew she was nothing like, it would kill her to no end. She was not like anyone around her, and she refused to be treated as such. With a low growl that seemed to come from the back of her throat, her head snapped up quickly, pushing these heathen thoughts out of her mind before she began to make herself to the bar. It seemed as though the sight of this part of the room eased her troubled mind, because soon, a purr was passing by her lips instead, showing her appeasement at what she saw. As soon as she was next to one of the stools, she was gracefully sliding into the seat, her long, smooth legs tucked underneath with her ankles crossed at the bottom. Finally, Serianna was content.