Reunion (Sed)
Jul 6, 2013 22:29:55 GMT -7
Post by Vlad Drăculea on Jul 6, 2013 22:29:55 GMT -7
It was a shame she had to come here now, here where the beauty of the flowers was in full bloom. This was the last place she had seen him, back when she was nothing but a teenage girl. He showed her true wonders, beauty that she could not see in her own homeland. It was he who truly opened her heart to others, as much as it could be given the damage that was already done. Why had they parted ways here? She could not remember, but she could remember that he told her that she could find him here. All she had to do was wish for it, wish for him with all her heart and he would feel her desire.
That was what she was doing here now, though around her the flowers withered and died. There was a hint of sorrow in her expression as she watched, she took no joy in desecrating one of the few good memories she had. Still it was important now that she did it, she had to make sure that nothing had happened to him. Was this strange feeling what adults called love? Or was she simply attached to him because he was her only friend? She couldn't find an answer to that question, it was maddening.
Sedaiyus. I need you now, please come find me. Please hurry..
Virulia closed her eyes and wished with all her heart, making him the center of her desire. All she wanted was to see him again, to hear the playful edge in his voice and hear him tease her as he always had. She really hoped this worked, hoped that it was not all a ruse like Bacchus had told her it was. If it was she would be devastated for the final time. While she waited Virulia kept her senses trained on the surroundings, she had a feeling that it would not be long until the wolves knew of their arrival as well.
Her dark cloak once more began to shift, changing into a red gown. She had grown since they last met. Her red gown clung to the shape of her new form, accentuated her curves while making her seem like she was a respected noble. Around her neck she wore the crest of her house, the cold steel emblem resting against her chest. To a stranger looking into the field they might wonder to themselves; what was such a woman doing waiting by herself in such a place?