Post by shatteredmemories on Jun 10, 2008 23:17:01 GMT -5
Long forgotten smells wafted around her as a small, shadowed figure glided in and out of the dead trees. Her gaze was cold and unnerving; her skin chilled to the bone. Her fingertips and velvet drenched had several blood stains - obvious evidence to what she had been up to. Lightning shot across the sky and thundered boomed, it was going to rain.
Nemai had previously sent a message to Voldemort making him aware of her return and her desire to meet with him. She said nothing has she made her way to the lair she barely knew. Approaching, she did the usual removing of protection charms and the such. As she removed the last one, it began to rain heavily, heat lightning lighting up the sky. It was very humid outside. As see stepped in, a decaying, longing smell hit her nostrils. Oh, how she had missed this place.
Taking special care in not dripping any water on the floor, she uttered a quick spell to dry her. The rain had made the blood stains on her dress run a bit, but she didn't bother with it yet. It was of her least importance now. Her mission previously had been one in dire need. A non-death eater, an auror of some sort, had been sighted near the lair some time ago, and Nemaikyoi was given the task of ridding him. Nemai had scouted him, finding him in a group of people attempting to lead a resistance against her Lord. It was really a silly idea, but instead of ridding them quickly, she messed with them mentally and physically. Torturing them, capturing them and the such. Then, one by one, made them suffer a slow, painful death, letting everyone possible hear about it. But she made sure to keep her identity hidden. She always wore a pitch black cloak shrouded in a eerie mist. Also, she wore a purple wine-colored mask embedded with the dark mark across it.
News about it spread around pretty quick, and she was pleased. Nemai had, in addition, taken her time coming back, causing havoc here and there. She had been sure the other Death Eaters were doing a evil job back at the lair in the mean time. But when she arrived there, it didn't really look like it. Her piercing yellow eyes surveyed the big room and the darkened tunnels and paths that led to all sorts of places. Her movement was as sleek as a black cat, her black ears listening for any movement.
The young girl took a seat in a tattered, faded, blood red arm chair that was placed off center in the room. She draped her cloak and mask over the arm of the chair. Her purple hair glinted in the fire's light, from a fireplace on the opposite wall. Nemai looked so much older from when she was last here. She was 18 now, and she was much more mature and less open. For a moment, she wondered if her Lord would recognize her.
Nemai had previously sent a message to Voldemort making him aware of her return and her desire to meet with him. She said nothing has she made her way to the lair she barely knew. Approaching, she did the usual removing of protection charms and the such. As she removed the last one, it began to rain heavily, heat lightning lighting up the sky. It was very humid outside. As see stepped in, a decaying, longing smell hit her nostrils. Oh, how she had missed this place.
Taking special care in not dripping any water on the floor, she uttered a quick spell to dry her. The rain had made the blood stains on her dress run a bit, but she didn't bother with it yet. It was of her least importance now. Her mission previously had been one in dire need. A non-death eater, an auror of some sort, had been sighted near the lair some time ago, and Nemaikyoi was given the task of ridding him. Nemai had scouted him, finding him in a group of people attempting to lead a resistance against her Lord. It was really a silly idea, but instead of ridding them quickly, she messed with them mentally and physically. Torturing them, capturing them and the such. Then, one by one, made them suffer a slow, painful death, letting everyone possible hear about it. But she made sure to keep her identity hidden. She always wore a pitch black cloak shrouded in a eerie mist. Also, she wore a purple wine-colored mask embedded with the dark mark across it.
News about it spread around pretty quick, and she was pleased. Nemai had, in addition, taken her time coming back, causing havoc here and there. She had been sure the other Death Eaters were doing a evil job back at the lair in the mean time. But when she arrived there, it didn't really look like it. Her piercing yellow eyes surveyed the big room and the darkened tunnels and paths that led to all sorts of places. Her movement was as sleek as a black cat, her black ears listening for any movement.
The young girl took a seat in a tattered, faded, blood red arm chair that was placed off center in the room. She draped her cloak and mask over the arm of the chair. Her purple hair glinted in the fire's light, from a fireplace on the opposite wall. Nemai looked so much older from when she was last here. She was 18 now, and she was much more mature and less open. For a moment, she wondered if her Lord would recognize her.
