Post by Verainne on Aug 29, 2011 20:33:03 GMT -5
Jenn nervously chewed the end of her thumbnail. Her eyes frantically scanned the nighttime scenery as she weaved between the rows of gravestones. It was somewhere. It had to be. She dropped it here somewhere. As she searched, a glimpse of ruby light caught her eye. She spun-- and her heart sank. It was only a trick of the mind.
Goddamn it, where is it? She bit her lip, trying to ignore the tree branches that reached out to grab her her, and the fog that settled so thickly in her path. There was no time for fear. She needed it. The crested ring was vital. Without it... Without it, the family curse would once again begin to fester.
A low string of swear words escaped her lips as she bowed down to part through long grass at the bottom of a tree she'd leaned against earlier that day. Now, though, the tree roots seemed to slither towards her, and the blades of grass snatched at her fingers. Her heavy breathing was muted by the fog, but it was there. Jenn was scared of the nighttime graveyard. Illusions didn't fool spirits; not as well as the living, anyway. And whatever came out at night here... felt wrong, as a cursed object felt wrong. As if every second she stayed there, she was inching closer and closer towards danger.
Brushing the hair out of her sapphire eyes, she scanned the small patch of grass. Vaguely she noticed that she had begun to sweat, despite the cold. What if a small animal had found it? Or worse... what if someone picked it up? The ring was dangerous to those outside of the Cidnario bloodline-- An unknowing citizen could easily summon a demon on accident, just by casually wishing someone harm out of quick heated anger. And depending on what was summoned, the toll could be...
She shook the thought from her head. She'd find it. She had to. Time was running out.
Goddamn it, where is it? She bit her lip, trying to ignore the tree branches that reached out to grab her her, and the fog that settled so thickly in her path. There was no time for fear. She needed it. The crested ring was vital. Without it... Without it, the family curse would once again begin to fester.
A low string of swear words escaped her lips as she bowed down to part through long grass at the bottom of a tree she'd leaned against earlier that day. Now, though, the tree roots seemed to slither towards her, and the blades of grass snatched at her fingers. Her heavy breathing was muted by the fog, but it was there. Jenn was scared of the nighttime graveyard. Illusions didn't fool spirits; not as well as the living, anyway. And whatever came out at night here... felt wrong, as a cursed object felt wrong. As if every second she stayed there, she was inching closer and closer towards danger.
Brushing the hair out of her sapphire eyes, she scanned the small patch of grass. Vaguely she noticed that she had begun to sweat, despite the cold. What if a small animal had found it? Or worse... what if someone picked it up? The ring was dangerous to those outside of the Cidnario bloodline-- An unknowing citizen could easily summon a demon on accident, just by casually wishing someone harm out of quick heated anger. And depending on what was summoned, the toll could be...
She shook the thought from her head. She'd find it. She had to. Time was running out.