WHO: Malena Valle and Drusilla WHEN: WEEK 5, Tuesday, some time in the middle of the night WHERE: Labal Cemetery WHAT: Drusilla and Malena find similar territory RATING: So.NSFW STATUS: in progress, closed Magic shimmered in the air on a full moon, every month, year after year. The clouds skidded across the darkened sky, hiding the smiling white disk that offered the only light that most could see by tonight. However, Malena was not like most. She had been gifted with the immortal gift and all that came with it. She could still read the inscriptions on the tombstones. Each one had a short story to tell about their owner. Born, lived, died. Beloved, respected, missed. The island inhabitants had been filling this land for centuries, and as a long-standing resident she'd seen at least a generation return to the earth. 30 years was a long time.
Her eyes were downcast, reflecting on the story the soft gray stone told her. Surrounded by her fur lined cloak, and somewhat hidden from prying eyes she stood there. She was frozen in time as a young woman, forever beautiful and deadly. That could have been her in a grave, and she'd been spared and allowed to see cities rise and fall. Death held a fascination for Malena, even when she'd been mortal the lifeline of everyone around her had a story to tell. The wind whipped the hood from her hair and she turned to face the wind and walked onto the next interesting grave. "Hello, stranger," she said to a larger cross that had inscribed a name and date. It wasn't anyone that she knew, but merely one of many that she enjoyed seeing regularly. The clouds freed the full moon and illuminated the graveyard again, shining a soft white light on everything.