Blood Ties (Closed)

20 February

In this which runs through me, her blood will keep remembrance of the blood ties that will bind us forever

The setting sun graced itself with its warmth upon Demacia that evening. The sunlit trees bristled in the breeze of the evening air. Closer, there was a woman with a variety of flowers who walked peacefully into the largest graveyard of Demacia. Although this woman had no ties with Demacia, to respect the dead was something she held close to heart. There were many who needed to be remembered and respected. In the event of her mother's death, she always found comfort of the memories she shared with her. "Respect those who have passed, for their lives are just as important to the ones that still are...". A smile could be seen tugging at the corner of her mouth, a chuckle following after. The smile held both sadness and happiness, the memories and regard for someone truly important.

Another stop. Placing the white lilies at one grave, white tulips at the next. The woman gently tucked the flowers away safety, nestled against the stone graves that now had a gift. She did not mind the time spent to these commemorations, in fact, she was fond of spending her time with nothing more than her surroundings. She perhaps was a bit more secluded than usual, but who was to say.

The process continued until the sinking sun began to vanish behind the horizon. The once golden light that bathed the scenery now disappeared, being replaced by the harsh blues of night. The woman frowned, darkness was not kind to her, especially in this case. The dwindling light signaled her to move on, but where to..? In the moment there was nothing, for now she was at unease. The darkness creeped closer to her, winds now cold, whispering hisses into her ear. Raising a hand to remove the black strands of hair that flustered in her face, she made way for shelter.

With each soft pat of grass in her steps, she grew more and more uneasy. Her worrisome nature, fretful of the creatures of the night fueled the paranoia of her surroundings. The graveyard. Her heartbeats quicker with a walk that turned to a fast jog. Footsteps lurking somewhere near, or at least what her mind thought. No, she was alone, but the mind of hers ailed her to such delusions. The constant need to stay safe, even if it meant trough tortuous means of itself. Her gentle blue eyes held a reserved fear, constantly checking behind herself, as if there was a phantom chasing her. Closing her eyes and shaking her head, she convince herself she was alone, although her mind seemed to warn her otherwise.

Running and running she went, until she stumbled upon a mansion, seemingly in the center of the cemetery. Shelter perhaps? She didn't care. Cautiously, she approached the mansion, taking a quick breath, she gently knocked upon the large doors that loomed over her. The still quietness kept her at edge, keeping her guessing. Anxiously waiting, the woman seemed more like a frightened child who heard the horrors of ghost stories an fully believed them. The child side thought the horrors were too frightening to ever be real. The actual part of her knew though, knew that such creatures existed...fiddling with her thumbs she waited, alone, waiting.