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Waking slowly, she arched her back. A slow purr emanated from deep inside her throat as relaxed muscles stretched and lengthened. Nautula propped herself up on an elbow, red eyes glinting against the dark as she smoothed a hand over her hips, pushing the diaphanous gown back down. Her fingers lingered over her smooth skin, dancing little circles as her full lips curved into a little smirk showing a hint of ivory fangs. Tilting her head, she looked around her new surroundings and nodded her approval. "Yes, indeed this will do." She quietly whispered to the darkened room. She watched the shadows waver and fall upon the walls for a short time before slipping from her bed, silently stepping into the main corridor. Her long honey colored hair swaying past her waist as bare feet almost hovered with every step, she smiled warmly and nodded at a few she past. Her eyes lingering over everyone, taking in every detail and subtle nuance, soaking in everything....learning...seeking...searching....



As she reached the end, she placed cold hands upon a large wooden door that was warped and worm-holed with age. It groaned and protested it's opening, but slowly budged open upon her insistence. Slipping through it, she stepped out into the crisp night air, the sharpness of it stinging her cheeks and stealing her breath for a moment. A slight shiver coursed down her spine making her wrap her arms around herself in a warming hug. She laughed a little at her reaction, candied lips turning into a slight grin. After all, her own skin was as cool as the night air, why should her body react in such a manner. Shrugging off the thoughts she silently padded down a path that led to what appeared to be an old unkempt rose garden as the sounds of the corridor were shut behind her with the closing of the massive wooden door. As she came closer, tangled masses of thorny vines, twisting and climbing over each other in a silent dance for the favor of what seems to be a forgotten sun came to view. Few leaves remained, and only a hand full of moth eaten and withered rosebuds remained. Somehow, this brought a full smile to Nautula's face, making it glow under the moonlight. Walking along the mass of foliage, bare feet crunching over dried leaves the color of burnt parchment, she catches a

glimpse of something in the shadows. Her red eyes flash as she tenses instinctively, her breathing slowing and muscles ready as she calls out almost in a hiss, " If you choose to hide in the shadows, then the shadows may become your death."