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[Merci d'Rue]

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Merci tapped the map her finger moving over ice isle, under the Feluccian moon and she smiled. She hadn't gone there. Her restlessness moved her today as she traveled towards the snowy oasis.

Endlessly aching for the soft cold touch of snow on her skin. The icey breath of the sea propelling the small boat ever faster forward.

Polar bears greeted her much like home, and she moved across the snow her feet barely touching it. An icy pond, decrepit crumbling houses, a few stray beasts here and there. Yet when she looked upon the cave she smelt an unusual scent about it. Her keen Lycan senses leading her forward she noticed a group of slain orcs. Interesting...

She moved along the trail her nose had picked up and stopped in front of a rambling old house, a manor of days gone past. Its vine covered walls aged and long since past the point of needing repair. She smiled, she could feel it , she was meant to be here. So she waited...

For what she waited, was unknown. Long moments passed, a polar bear wondered by , as her ice blue eyes turned to the darkening skye. Perhaps I am wrong, perhaps I should leave...

It was then, as if on cue, that she felt the soft creak of the door. The gentle rustle almost non-existent of his footfalls upon the stairs. The most peculiar part, the scent of nothing...the scent of death, perhaps a corpse or maybe just once more no scent upon the air. It was all there to confuse the mind.

She turned, long blue hair wavering in the wind, swirling about her shoulders and two bright blue eyes to match keenly staring into a pair of black soulless eyes. They spoke and he played the game well, taking her hand and shaking it lightly, the pleasantries. He invited her in. He had done this before....

She sat as he wished upon a couch made of bone, he excused himself for a moment and she waited quietly her thoughts whirring in her head. This wasn't what she had expected to find but then others like this were everywhere. He returned, his pale skin glowing in the darkening house the blackness of his eyes improving as shadows fell and she spoke with him they shared stories of days past....

Time marched with steady hand and the hour grew late but Merci new that time had come to leave. Both weary of what they new, but intrigued to learn still more, it was best to leave it at thus. He was a gentlemen, of course, he opened the door and she bade him goodbye. Their eyes locked and she moved away, quietly returning home, she felt as if great wheels of fate had been set in motion and nothing could stop the events that were about to unfold...
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May destiny guide you...