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 Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 10:33 pm
 It was a cold winter day in a dark forest. The sun had technically not yet passed the zenith, but it didn't feel like morning. It felt like...something not quite day, not quite night. It had snowed the night before, and tiny little ice particles still hovered over the snow like fog. These woods were as alien as any Dreadwing had ever seen, and he'd seen more than his fair share of alien landscapes in his lifetime (well, more than he'd ever expected to, anyway). Something about the place put Dreadwing on edge--there were shrines by the side of the road, the remains of a few old buildings here and there, and great ropes tied around tree trunks willy-nilly. He'd like more than anything else to get away from here, far away, but his progress was slowed by the foal that trailed along at his heels.
He loved Sandstrife. Really, he did. She was his child, his only child. He'd never expected to have a creation of his own--well, maybe when he'd been but a sparkling, but he'd given up those daydreams a long time ago, when the war began. But now here he was with a sparkling of his own, and...well, she was slow and defenseless. He hated himself for resenting that. Skyquake was dead. He needed all the kin he could find. Sandstrife was little, but she was fierce, and someday she would be a fine warrior. She just wasn't his brother.
A break in the trees heralded a strange sight. Dreadwing paused in the path to look up at it. There, between the trees, buried in snow, was the ruined frame of an ancient and expansive house. He frowned at it, tail absently twitching behind him. So long as he kept in constant physical contact with his daughter, he was confident that she was still with him and hadn't fallen behind. He needed all of the confidence he could get in this landscape--it felt hostile to him. All the more reason to find shelter. He didn't like the look of this mansion, and it was still too early in the day to be stopping for the night, but it seemed prudent to at least take a look. There looked to be parts of it that still had a roof. Perhaps an extra day of rest would do them both good. He could find some fodder growing under the snow, they could rest up...shelter with a roof was nothing to turn their nose up at. He'd been spending the last several days with Sandstrife tucked up under his wings at night, and while that kept her warm and safe against his spark, it did mean that his wings got awfully cold.
Thankfully, it seemed that the road continued up to the house, as if it was commonly visited. That made a lot of sense--a house of this size, in its heyday it must have been a local landmark. What it had once been, he did not know. An inn, perhaps, although he doubted that. As a youngling, he'd grown up in the mighty city of Vos, which had been full of upperclass citizens and their abodes. He was willing to bet that this was the home of a wealthy family. The wide steps at the front of the manor were inviting, but as he placed his hoof on the first step, he stopped. He could no longer feel Sandstrife against his tail. He frowned and turned around. The little filly had stopped some feet behind and was frowning at the house. "Sandstrife," he rumbled, "this is shelter. We should go inside." It was still early in the day, but Sandstrife already felt tired. Walking in her creator's hoofprints eliminated most of the snow in her path, but there was still some snow in her path, and she was still young enough to get tired easily. Her wings were cold, and her legs were stiff from the cold and just generally stiff. Her legs were skinny and wrinkled--they'd always been. She didn't know why. Nor did Dreadwing, but he said that her other father had had legs like that, only all over her body.
The point was, she was tired, and even though it wasn't even afternoon, she'd love to have a little rest. Not that she'd ever admit it, though--her creator had offered to carry her on his back (she was little enough that it wouldn't be too much of a bother) but she'd refused. Young though she may have been, she had her pride. Pride or no, though, the closer she got to the building, the less she wanted to go inside. Something about it made her flesh crawl. It looked dark and creepy, broken and sinister. There was no way she was going in there. She shook her head vehemently. "I don't wanna! It's scary!" She spread her wings out as she'd seen Dreadwing do when he wanted to look big and convincing. It was bound to work.Before Dreadwing could reply to his daughter's request, he caught a flash of movement out of the corner of his eyes. Green. Dusty, parched summer green. His head spun around and he squinted his eyes at the darkness. There. A shadow in the hall. It looked almost like...
"Skyquake," he whispered. Daughter completely forgotten, he charged up the stairs and into the entrance hall of the manor, his heavy hooves pounding against the ancient wooden floor. Ahead in the distance, turning the corner, was the unmistakable shape of a solara stallion, clad all in armor. The shape was as familiar to Dreadwing as the beat of his own heart--his brother, his beloved brother, walking down the hall...But 'Tor didn't give in. Instead, he whispered Uncle's name and ran up the stairs! For a moment, Sandstrife was rooted to the spot, paralyzed in fear. Her creator had just run up there, abandoning her to go in the scary place! She couldn't go up there! But 'Tor was up there... She tore up the steps behind him. "'Tooooooooooooooorrrr!" she screamed, wings flapping in panic. She was not going to be left behind! "'Tor, 'Tor, 'Tor, 'Tor, 'TOOOOR!"
Sandstrife arrived at the top of the stairs to see her father had stopped in the gloom of a ruined hallway, staring blindly down a corridor. He, too, had frozen. When she screamed, he didn't even flick his ears at her. His entire attention was rooted to something around a corner she couldn't see. Creator got like this. He got like this a lot, actually. Sandstrife frowned. He was thinking about Uncle Skyquake again. She sighed. She knew the story, but she still didn't understand. He tried to explain it to her--he tried to explain it to her a lot--but she had no siblings of her own. She couldn't imagine she'd ever understand. She walked into the doorway, staring forlornly at her father. "'Tor?" she said again.But before Dreadwing could catch up to Skyquake, he'd vanished in the gloom. The surviving twin was left to stand there, motionless, sightless, consumed by the pounding agony in his chest. Skyquake. Was. Dead. How long would he be consumed with grief? How long would he feel like half a star? How long until he could find Optimus Prime and crush his head like a melon for what he'd done to them? The only thing that popped him out of this reverie was the desperate sound of his daughter's voice. He snapped his head back around to look at her. "Sandstrife?" he murmured back to her.There he was, paying attention to her. Good. "Can we go now?" she said. "It's scary in here." She gave him her very best big-eyed look, hoping to shame him into coming back down the corridor with her. And it worked. He walked back towards her, and, upon reaching her, gave her a nuzzle. "Let's get back to the road, jetling," he murmured. Gladly, she followed him back to the path. They set off again, and the going was easier now--Dreadwing began to sweep his tail back and forth along the path, pushing the snow out of Sandstrife's way. It did mean that she couldn't be in constant contact with his tail, and when his tail did pause to touch her face, it was icy cold and wet, but that was worth it, if it meant that they could keep going and didn't have to stop in that creepy place anymore.~~~ That night, after meeting Mistsorrow~~~ That night, they slept between two thick holly bushes with both foals tucked under Dreadwing's wing. The scratches on Mistsorrow's back gave Dreadwing reason for concern. He knew that smell. For a while, before Starscream had officially joined the war, he and Skyquake had been guards at the station that served as the repository for Dark Energon. He knew the smell well, and had no desire to let it touch his skin. It was hard to hold that against Mistsorrow, though--the little colt was cold and terrified, and judging by the way he had acted when they'd stopped for the night, he was lonely, too. He'd fallen asleep crying for his sisters. Despite Dreadwing's cajoling, Mistsorrow hadn't told him much--all he knew about the lad was that Mist had two sisters whom he missed and there was someone named Nyomi who'd been mean to him. Other than that, it was all a mystery. A mystery that could wait until morning. Dreadwing curled his tail around his kin and settled down to sleep--and dream.
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There were no stars to be seen--the sky was overcast, and soft puffs of snow fell silently from above. In front of Dreadwing were the steps of the mansion from this morning. But the mansion was...different now. Whole. Gaps had filled in, roof now covered the entire structure, and out on the front steps candles burned. They served to illuminate the doorway, where stood that same achingly familiar shape. Skyquake stood in the entrance, watching Dreadwing, the end of his tail flicking in invitation. Dreadwing scarcely needed any. Once more, he charged up the stairs and followed his brother inside. He didn't question it. Questioning could be done later, once he caught up to Skyquake. His brother didn't stop for him, not once, simply moving inside without stopping.
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 9:04 pm
 Miyako was stuck in the Manor, again. This time it was her fault. She had seen her big sister purposely go near their mother when she wasn't really their mother for her touch. The foal had seen this happen a few times before, but didn't quite understand it. She knew if she slept too close to the ruined shrine she would enter the Manor of Sleep. She knew Kyouka and Reika became like the other inhabitants of the shrine. Ghosts that liked to attack her and her siblings. Including Nyomi and the two stallions she'd seen only once in her short life. Her mother hadn't said as much, but Miyako wasn't stupid enough not to recognize the slashes across their bodies so similar to her, Astray, and Mistsorrow's.
Thinking about Mist left a lump in her throat. She swallowed, but it remained. Mother had not meant to leave him behind. She had seen the attention the older mare lavished on all her children, male included. It was not normal for this to change overnight and let a mother leave her child behind in the freezing snow. Miyako had tried to find him, but it was no use. It was too cold for her to stray far. She found herself seeking the shelter of the ruins more often despite the risk.
Mother.
Mother was inside the Manor. So was Reika. Reika would not help her, but mother would. Maybe mother knew where Mist was. If she could find her in this maze of a mansion.
The foal only took a few steps until the sound of heavy hooves brought her to a quick stop. Even her breath was still as she listened, hoping whatever horror it was would quickly forget about her. Or not notice her at all. But instead of a ghost or Nyomi it was a stallion. A very big one. Much bigger than mother or Reika. With weird armor on his body. The little wings beside his real ones reminded her of the ones on her brother. And he was going further into the mansion. That was one of the first warnings mother had given her children. Never go too far into the mansion, especially to follow a stranger. This stranger, however, did not seem to be one of the dangers mother warned about. It seemed to Miyako he was in danger.
Dancing on her little hooves, Miyako looked one way and the next, debating over what to do. Before she could come to a conclusion, she had raced after him, yelling at the very top of her lungs "Stop!" and trying to grab his tail.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 9:51 pm
"Miyako!" Astray whispered worriedly, she'd been with her just a second ago Where did Miyako go? She'd come with her sister to visit her mother in order to find mist but now she was alone. What had her sister seen? She'd been looking the other way. Astray began to panic. No she had to stay calm and be brave, it wasn't like she hadn't been in here before. In fact she'd come in here lots, though never ventured very deep knowing the warning mother had given them when she was with them. Aware of herself that is...
But her sister where was she? Mother had not come back with Brother either! And now Astray had lost Miyako. Astray heard the thunder of heavy hoof beats with the small clatter of lighter hooves.
"Miyako!" astray cried gathering her courage racing in the direction of her sibling. It may very well be a ghost but she didn't really care right now, if it was a ghost that ventured further out of the mansion her sibling was in trouble. She didn't want to leave her sister! Luckily for her it wasn't a ghost. Astray heard Miyako cry, that didn't sound like she'd yell at a ghost had someone wandered in again chasing a shadow?
Rounding the corner she found herself in the path of the big Solara, flattening her ears she did her best to scuttle back quickly hoping not to be crushed. She didn't want to die, she didn't want to roam the halls of the mansion. A cry escaped her, though she only hoped he heard her and her sibling who desperately tried to grab his tail.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 6:07 pm
The floor beneath Dreadwing's hooves was wood, old but sturdy. From the looks of this house, it had not been used in a very long time. There were stacks leaning against the walls, and a door to the side of him was locked tight. But Skyquake had not walked through that door--he'd walked through another, as if he knew exactly where he was going. Dreadwing continued on, noting the doors in the walls and trying to remember where he'd been. Years of practice in hostile environments helped him build a mental map; years of experience in hostile environments kept him alert, though it was hard to follow every flicker of light at the edge of his vision when there were so slagging many. There were objects glinting on the floor, catching what little light came from the odd lantern or candle in the darkness, but for the most part, the house was dark and forbidding. What was worse, he'd soon lost sight of Skyquake. So many twists and turns and narrow passages, and who put tiny little doors on floor level that even a foal would have to stoop to walk through?! He had to admit, it would be very useful for preventing big stars like him from going through...
Suddenly, the emptiness of the house was broken by not one, but two sets of clattering hoofbeats, followed by shouts. The last several weeks with Sandstrife gave him the experience to know they belonged to foals, and so he was not surprised to turn around to see a filly grab his tail. He was too bemused to jerk it out of her way, and too distracted by the filly that came in the other direction, both of them shouting at him with desperation.
That wasn't the only thing he was distracted by, though. Both of the fillies were larger than most foals of their age. The tail on the half-solara was devoid of spikes, and her mane was a familiar cream color; that grey on the second filly was similar to his own. The first one's ruddy sleeves were the same orange-red as his brother's wrist guards, too. And if that wasn't enough, the eyes. They were Cybertronian eyes, solid-colored and glossy as glass, filled with a fire that reflected the light of the spark. The half-solara even had winglets on her ankles! Dreadwing came to a full stop before he could step on either one of them and blinked at them both, ears flickering back. He tugged gently with his tail, trying to free it from--Miyako?'s--grasp. "You have my attention," he murmured. "What will you do with it?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 9:07 am
The little white foal had stood mesmorized by the stranger with the tip of his tail covered by her muzzle. Her teeth touched it, but only gently. Maybe enough to see the little impressions when she let go, but only for a few moments. Her glassy eyes were opened wide, taking him all in. Nothing about him was familiar to her like she and her sister were to him. She had just never seen anyone in the Manor besides ghosts or Mother. She knew the Manor had taken victim more than one before her lifetime. Had seen the evidence of this in the ghosts they left behind, whispering regret at being the only survivor of some tragedy. Or how sorry they were to some shadow that still haunted them even in their own afterlife. Never had she seen a living, breathing creature. And he was so big! Much taller than Mother or Reika. Or even her half-brothers she had only spied from a distance.
When he tugged on his tail, Miyako opened her mouth mechanically, leaving it open a few moments before giving herself a little shake. Remembering where she was at the interruption to her thoughts, she looked around in fear and moved closer so she was standing close to his side. Closer than usual because of the hostile environment the Manor set off, despite the many candles. In life it must have been very comfortable. Mother sometimes told stories about it. Regret always filled her voice that it had fallen into such shambles and was the cause of distress for many a Star in a state of fragile grief. If Mother knew what to do she would have done it by now. If Miyako knew what to do, she would have helped.
A small jingle suddenly appeared from deep in the Manor, but still close enough to be heard clearly. Looking around the stranger's shoulder at her sister, the white foal whispered frantically "Astray," before turning her attention back to the stranger. Clearing her throat, she looked up, craning her head back from her position so close. "Um....We don't go inside the Manor. That is to say you shouldn't." Clearing her throat, she tried once more, just as softly in case the ghosts were nearby. "It is dangerous to go too deep." That was all she was told. She looked at Astray, knowing her sister wouldn't know anything more than that. Looking back up at the stranger, she added, "It is dangerous to stay in one spot, too. They will find us." The jingling came a little louder, closer. Miyako panicked slightly. "You must come with us. To the safety of the candles." With a glance at Astray, she moved in the opposite direction the stranger had been going, hoping he'd follow. Ice_Dragon_Demon Handmaidens jingle. I meant that to be Hisame.
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 3:58 pm
He was really big... like Really. Astray once she realized he wasn't going crush her she was quite impressed. He was real big! She almost forgot where they were for a moment with her foal like wonder. Where had he come from? then again she sort of looked like him.. Right? He had Miyako's tail too.
Bells? Oh.. Astray's ear perked searing for the source of the sound in worry.
Astray scurried over to her sister. Astray could hear the jingling of a nearby handmaiden, she wished it to be Aname, but for some reason she had a sinking suspicion it wasn't. It would never be one of the nicer ghosts. the mare glanced around worried they could appear from anywhere. The sound of her own voice brought her back to attention.
"Miyako," she whispered back standing close to her sister. Being in close proximity was very reassuring. Not that it did much good but still She was glad her sister was with her. As Miyako spoke Astray nodded It was very dangerous, they were never to go in, that's where Reika was... and it was night time. Reika was unaware during this time and dangerous... very very dangerous.
The filly made a grab at his wing. "This way, We don't want them to catch us!" She returned to Miyako's side. "You'll die!" she cried for some reason that was a bad thing for this stallion she didn't want him to die. She didn't really want anyone to die but it would be upsetting.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 6:07 pm
Dreadwing's ears flicked at the sound of jingling coming from a nearby corridor. His head snapped towards the sound and his tail twitched. What was that? Was there another foal around here? Or perhaps some pet? He didn't smell anything, certainly. But the foals he was with right now, the ones with hair as fine as Mistsorrow's and gashes all over their bodies, looked nervous at the sound. He was a soldier by trade and long years of practice. He was not afraid. He had no reason to be afraid. Foals could be afraid of anything, and he had seen fearsome things in his time. Sparkeaters, scraplets, demons, even, on one particularly memorable occasion. They were terrifying, indeed. And yet, these children were worried about something else entirely.
He told himself he wasn't running away. He told himself he was doing reconnaissance with a pair of locals who knew the area. And they were, he firmly believed, kin to him. Kin could not harm him, would not harm him. They might not realize they were kin, but even if they were leading him into danger, he felt confident he could fight back. Besides, Skyquake will help me if I run into trouble. He would shout, and his brother would be there to, at the very least, avenge his death. "Lead the way," he murmured. "But do not think you can change my course. There is someone in this house I seek, and I will not leave without him." With that, he turned towards the direction that Miyako was pointing him in, then frowned. "This is the way back!"((Move, stupid, you don't have a bloody camera, or the hands with which to use it!))
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 9:06 pm
With the crisis over, at least the more difficult part, Miyako began to relax. As much as she could with the jingling still in her ears. He would follow. That was good! He didn't fully understand, but he would follow! If they could only take him to their mother as quickly as possible, Kyouka could explain the situation fully. She knew all about the shrine. No one ever understood at first, she said. That's why some of the ghosts didn't look like Kuzes. They were lost travelers like this one who got too close and had no guide to warn them. But it was alright for this one. He had her and Astray and soon their mother. They just had to get him to follow.
When he objected, the pale foal frowned, as well. Had she not just gotten through explaining? Planting her hooves on the floorboards with little thumps, she turned around, eyes drawn down in irritation.
"Of course it is," she told him, a little louder than she had intended. "Mother is not that way." With a little huff like it was the most obvious thing in the world, she turned back around to keep walking, only to stop in her tracks. There was a low moaning coming from down the hall, occupied by the scraping of something against the floor. Instinctively, she hid behind the closest safe thing she had: the stallion's front legs. The sound could be anything. In the empty halls, feminine voices could sound masculine when they echoed off the walls. It wasn't a handmaiden, that was for sure. They didn't drag anything, but kept the stake held up to better jam it into someone. Besides that, the jingling was coming from another direction. Oh, why did she have to yell!
"We must leave!" she squeaked, not trying to keep her voice down anymore.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 12:26 am
"They are coming," Astray whispered, gathering her courage she nudge the bigger stallion to the exit, it was an entirely futile attempt but she tried still. Miyako was hidden between the bigger stallions legs. and the little filly was determined they HAD to get out of here.
Astray glanced back hearing the ghosts of the house moan. Even worse... astray thought she could hear Reika's voice mixed in with it all the priestess whispering lonely, the priestess could kill them all with a ghostly touch. That worried her more than the rest of the ghosts in the house. She was kind and strong but quiet during the day always lost like her mother, though she had become more when they were around. But Reika if she had come up from her chamber now at night they were all in terrible danger.
"Reika..." the little mare whispered to both herself and Miyako the little filly looked around more anxiously.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 4:07 pm
Dreadwing's ears twitched to track the new sound, one that had the children suddenly even more worried. The jingling sound was continuing--whatever that noise was, it wasn't good. But this new sound, it was a scraping, dragging noise. Whatever it was, he couldn't smell it. But from the sound of it, it was a fellow stallion. Not quite as big as he was, but if he had to protect himself and two foals from two enemies simultaneously, the size of both enemies was irrelevant. What was important was that the foals were right--it was time to move. He set a brisk pace in the direction they'd tried to herd him in, careful to wrap his tail around both fillies and move away from the jingling and the dragging. Down a corridor covered in reed mats, past a hallway covered in dark stains.
"What creatures follow us?" he asked. He kept his ears perked for sounds, any sounds at all. He was met mostly with the sound of his own enormous hooves pounding at the ancient wood floor, interspersed with whispers and moans, as if there were other mares and stallions all around. The whole house was dark, only occasionally lit by a blue lantern or candle. But even in unlit rooms, shadows swayed and stalked in ways that should not have been natural. "What place have I found here?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2014 4:07 pm
Miyako made little hesitation in moving forward when the big stallion finally moved. She was too terrified to object to the closeness of his tail around her which normally would have made her uncomfortable. Growing up in a Manor and shrine infested with ghosts did not make one very cuddly. At least not the majority of the Kuze children. The foal wouldn't be surprised if Astray grew up to be more accepting of physical closeness. She didn't seem quite as...Anti-social as Miyako felt. She had seen the other living Stars that roamed the shrine sometimes. More stallions than mares, the only females around seemed to be family members. Though she knew two of the stallions were brothers, she had no desire to meet them. Or even go close. When anyone she didn't know came around, she retreated further into the shrine, preferring to deal with the dead over the living.
Not that she ever felt alone. There was that voice that seemed to get louder and more insistent with each day.
But that wasn't the voice she was hearing right now.
The scraping faded slightly as they moved quicker than it did. Her mind instinctively went through all the ghosts she knew about. She supposed it could be an Engraver, the spikes in their forelegs scraping against the floor.
She ran up the ramp to the second floor, spying her mother's room, the candles glowing bright in the doorway, in the distance. "Nothing you want to catch you," was the foal's answer.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2017 6:26 pm
Astray allowed herself to breath happy he finally decided to move. Astray made sure the stallion followed and stopped as their sister did. Astray could easily figure out which direction Miyako was leading them without a single word. She'd been driven in here by Nyomi before. Miyako was taking them to their mother's room. Kyouka's room was special because always had a lot of special blue candles. Nyomi stocked them to protect Kyouka but with one they could probably manage to avoid all the smaller ghosts. If mother would allow it. Astray stayed close as they moved as close as she possibly could to this stallion who she would soon find was her uncle and her precious sister. She wouldn't let the mannor take this stallion. Astray could hear all the same as Miyako, engravers and the like. Astray slipped into their mother's room as the familiar candles gave them some respite. "M..mother?" she called cautiously around the room. Astray didn't see Kyouka but, that might have been the darkness. Astray then glanced to Miyako uneasily before glancing up that the stallion. Miyako didn't seem like she cared to give an explanation but... it might be easier to save this stallion if he knew a bit more and willingly fled from this place.
"This is the mannor of sleep." Astray hurridly explained in a hushed tone still pushing the stallion into their mother's Room. There were candles there that would protect them from most of the ghosts but if Reika came she was different than the ghosts. "It draws all in with your feeling of loss." She continued "Reika, she's the tattoo priestess of the manor." Astray added urgently "You'll die and be trapped here forever if she touches, even brushes you!" Astray had always avoided Reika because of that they all did especially when she wasn't in control of herself. Well save for Nyomi. Astray was terrified despite having grown up here. In this scary place everything was normal. Ghosts were normal and hiding all the time was normal.
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 Reika could hear someone's pain calling her, it was new. Reika was drawn to it. She would take their pain away. That was what her tattoos were for to take away the pain of all. Her tattoos throbbed Someone whom had lost a loved one had slipped in. "You can't escape me!" she spoke eerily as it echoed throughout the mansion. She was hunting, Reika walked slowly though the corridors,. The other ghosts had stirred as well. There was someone... but where? Reika continued to search. There was no escaping the mansion without help... whoever was here would be doomed to remain like the rest.
the cursed mare couldn't see, however, she knew each sound and breath of the mannor, each time the manor breathed she could sense where something different was. The manor was always the same, so when something new appeared it was distinct and right now Reika couldn't tell friend from foe or she would have realized Kyouka's two daughters were also with this newcomer. "I found you!" she repeated her voice echoed again as she changed direction once again still not changing speed. She'd catch them there was nowhere for them to go.
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