Bright green pools size up the room examining every living shade. Her senses sharped as vampire's fangs did not miss any sound or echo, nor the most subtle movement, smell or even the slightest breeze. They were all alert, even the non mentioned one. All her long ago dead body whispered her to be watchful. This was not a common place, one in which someone can chill out, neither with a dead body. However shades and nightmares are not allowed to fear, and there was something must be finished.wrote:Scene: The Mortuary
The man just nods quietly and the doors at the end of the hall open. They are immersed in pitch blackness that not even her vision can pierce and a chill hits them that can freeze even living and dead bones. They go up a set of stairs. Then down another much longer set. They pass a flickering red portal and eventually dim candles line the walls. There is the unnerving impression that something terrible lurks within the darkness. They come to a large room filled with rows and rows of sarcophagi. The dustman opens one. In it lies a tall bald slightly over weight middle age man. The Dustmen are good at what they do. He looks like he is sleeping.
Once the Dustman opened the coffin, once more she emerged from his shade hanging over the dead body of Dorlan Xef. She inspected carefully the corpse and his wounds through the Dustmen's craftmanships in order to match what she have heard about his death and what has really happened. And also hoping to find any clue about his bald friend.
Finally, after the detailed study, she held her left arm over the dead man and made a little incision with her claws, letting the cursed crimson fluid drop over his, now, cold lips. Letting the damned essence impregnate the empty carcass.
