Faded Yellow Tape

[Alice Hart]

It was beyond time for her coven-sister to see the sodden wreckage that was once the Circle's place of worship.

An arduous journey for the Blind Haunt, but one she made in her customed silence. Lyssa had once more been left behind. In the next three months Alice knew she'd see less and less of her ghoul, lest the women's veins tempt her away from faithfully completing her punishment.

Alice steps through the rotting and once gasoline soaked and smelling ruins and ducks under some of the surely once Brent police tape that had, despite time and nature, held up to where it had been fastened.

In the center of the ruined farm house Alice waits. She waits for the Stormcrow Scylla and the haunting call of her owl companion.

[Scylla]

While the haunt may have tread with sightless eyes towards the desecrated remains of their Temple, Scylla wound her way towards the farmstead with deaf ears, trusting in the warning grasp of Macha's talons to warn her of danger, should it be necessary. It was an extravegance, a luxury that tempted fate, and yet, for the Stormcrow, she was willing to pay the price, enthralled as she was by the steady pulse of drums and the ominous drones echoing from the earphones placed in her ears.

Of all that she had seen, in all the worlds she had walked in through the bloodied mists of history, never before had she been so enchanted as she was with the song device. Wherever she went, so long as she completed the ritual of connection, she had the power of music at her beck and call, and for the Stormcrow, music was the same as religion...

And so she listened as she walked, channeling the energy that thrummed against her ears, and it was only once she caught sight of Alice standing before the devestation that she took the buds from her ears and carefully pressed the button that killed the light from the song device. Then, backpack and guitar clanking amidst Macha's hoots, Scylla approached the priestess.

"High Priestess!" Scylla called, "The Great Queen smiles upon you! How fare you, this night?

[Alice Hart]

Alice, a pillar of inhuman stillness as she ruminates upon the wreckage around her and just how paradoxically worse, and better it was now that nature was attempting to reclaim it.

The same sounds that greeted Alice upon her first meeting with the Scylla meets her ears as the Wraith wakes, and thrashes about in the waters, fangs descended and hissing as this rival dares approach! Alice shakes her head, and chains the Beast and listens to hiss and bite at nothing.

"Scylla Stormcrow! May you feel Zephyrus gentle embrace!" turning towards the voice of the warrior, "I am well considering my current trials." The Wraith thrashes, trying to gnaw on the chain that binds it. "How are you? Have you been settling well?"