The room smells of all the wonderful earthy smells one expects in a flour cellar, but there's also a hint of spice in the air. Something exotic. (Roses and honey and myrrh.)
The shadows shift and settle, like a dark mist sinking back into the corners of the room. Odd tentacles of inky blackness, dark as soot, impenetrable to her Dark Sight are coiled around the rafters and as she enters the room, they shift away from her.
In the back of her mind, Rae can tell she is underground. The earthy, musty smells remind her vaguely of Con's earth-place, a thought which is idly pushed aside in the search for the right kind of flour. She doesn't want to think of vampires while searching for something as mundane as flour
( ... )
The shadows follow her, boiling out of the small space, pouring across the floor, moving more like water than light or the absence of light. They fill every corner, including the door way from whence she came.
The air in the room grows heavy. Any other time she might think, there's a storm on the way.
Rae swallows, feeling a tightness in her throat as she watches the roiling shadows and backs warily away from the walls.
Okay. So. She's the resident Other expert back home. Think, Sunshine. You know this stuff.
Not a ghoul; those can take the form of mist, but it's usually a light mist, rather than dense shadows. Those you could fend off with a circle of salt. A night-ghast? No, those might be dark shadows, but are normally human-shaped. Any number of wards could keep them from being a threat. Fades? ...No, those could easily hide in shadow, but couldn't become shadow.
So... any of a number of other kinds of night and shadow Demon, then, she figures.
To stave off panic, Rae tries to find a way out. Her eyes are unseeing but wide, her mind still trying to fool her into thinking her Dark Sight had anything to do with her human eyes, her nerves tingling with the nearly-familiar-by-now wave of spiking adrenaline. She finds herself having to focus to steady her breathing, keeping herself from panicking in the oppressive, thick air.
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The shadows shift and settle, like a dark mist sinking back into the corners of the room. Odd tentacles of inky blackness, dark as soot, impenetrable to her Dark Sight are coiled around the rafters and as she enters the room, they shift away from her.
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The air in the room grows heavy. Any other time she might think, there's a storm on the way.
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Okay. So. She's the resident Other expert back home. Think, Sunshine. You know this stuff.
Not a ghoul; those can take the form of mist, but it's usually a light mist, rather than dense shadows. Those you could fend off with a circle of salt.
A night-ghast? No, those might be dark shadows, but are normally human-shaped. Any number of wards could keep them from being a threat.
Fades? ...No, those could easily hide in shadow, but couldn't become shadow.
So... any of a number of other kinds of night and shadow Demon, then, she figures.
To stave off panic, Rae tries to find a way out. Her eyes are unseeing but wide, her mind still trying to fool her into thinking her Dark Sight had anything to do with her human eyes, her nerves tingling with the nearly-familiar-by-now wave of spiking adrenaline. She finds herself having to focus to steady her breathing, keeping herself from panicking in the oppressive, thick air.
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