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Pahaendeline, the land of ghosts and where one might hear the voices of the dead, a place where one could possibly get into contact with past loved ones. Yet where was hers? Cirilla knew she had loved ones that have passed on, yet she had not seen any as yet, none have come to visit her or any of her family members, not even Thorbjorns mother. Cirilla knew her uncle had fathered children with angels and demons, yet she was yet to see any of those mares come to visit, but Ciri just assumed they didn't like her uncle or their child enough to care. It was a sad thought but she also wasn't entirely sure on how the afterlife worked, other than this whole war was started because of their drama, and mortals were choosing sides.

The cremello's thoughts wandered to The Fallen and Rasa then, her interactions with them were short and political, offering her soul and body to the Utopian's in a deal to keep her herd safe and their needs met without having so actually be in alliance with them. She frowned then, thinking that one day she may need to birth a nephilim, meaning she would need to breed with an angel for that to happen, but how? She didn't touch The Fallen or Rasa during her visits so she wasn't sure if they had mortal bodies, though for her uncle to breed with them she guessed they must. Slowly Cirilla put the thoughts aside as she came to a stop within the graveyard, wondering if any of her past relatives will come to speak with her or anyone from the afterlife

"Speech"
Tagged: Open
Words: 277
Note: Open to anything, would be cool for a member of the afterlife to come see her

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Another cog in the murder machine

Lurking in the Abyss was the young Fiend, Ouija. He spent a large portion of his time torturing lost souls in the Pits, those that had been damned to Hell but were not good enough to be actual demons. Those that were punching bags and play things. Ever since he was just a boy, and he was hardly more than a boy now, he had been very keen on diabolical torture and maiming. The desire to be cruel had only grown as he grew older. The mortals were lucky that he could not touch them, due to his lack of a physical body while in the mortal world, but oh if he could... there would be hell to pay. A twisted smile appeared on his muzzle, his grullo figure splattered with blood which he wore proudly. He was The Savage Beast. This was his true form. But at the moment, he was growing bored of lingering in The Underworld - a sign that it was time to go back up to the mortal realm and see what fun could be had there.

In the blink of an eye, the horned demon whisked himself away from the fire and brimstone of the Underworld and appeared somewhere on the outskirts of Pahaendeline. He liked the graveyard. Oftentimes, mortals would come here seeking out lost loved ones or just someone from the Afterlife in general. Ouija wondered just what fate had in store for him toward. Creeping forward, the young hellhound looked around with gold and black mix-matched eyes and before long, that killer gaze found the figure of young mare, cream colored and slightly taller than himself. He could just barely make out some sort of marking on the underside of her jaw, but it was not clear enough to tell if it was a sign of a Nephilim or Cambion. Yet it was enough to spark curiosity in the young Fiend. Nickering to get her attention, knowing that sometimes his figure could be easy to miss in the mortal realm, Ouija began to walk in her direction. To her, he would appear ghostly and transparent. His hooves made no sound as he walked across the terrain and he could walk right through the headstones, if he wanted to.

"Who are you?" he questioned her as he drew nearer. His horned head cocked to one side slightly, eyes gleaming with fascination and delight. "What has brought you to the graves today?" Ouija grinned, sinister and creepy. "Looking for anything, or anyone, in particular?"


Tag: Roman w/ Cirilla
Words: 420
Character: Ouija
Notes: This should be mighty interesting!
Timeline: 2 years 5 months, late spring, mid-day?

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Roman Bump!

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