Spooked Oct 24, 2012 23:12:08 GMT -5
Post by I V Y on Oct 24, 2012 23:12:08 GMT -5
Lyra was minding her own business, or more like trying to figure out her own business. It had only been a few weeks since she "awoke", not knowing who she was or what she was for that matter. She seemed to possess ghostly powers, being able to switch between human and ghost forms, but still mortal and penetrable. Once she was able to get a handle on her new found abilities, she decided she would travel around to figure out the pieces missing from her life. In this case, all the pieces were missing, save for one.
She knew she was Evangelyra Summons. And she knew something was seriously wrong with her.
The fog in the forest was so thick she could barely see the trees in front of her. After running into her fourth tree, landing flat on her rear with a disgruntled groan, she exhaled deeply.
"Lyra you idiot, why the hell are you running into trees when you don't even need to?" She muttered to herself, transforming to her ghost state. Her hair turned white as snow, and her whole body became slightly transparent as she began hovering a few feet above the ground. She glided through the forest and fog, the trees simply passing through her now.
A low growl alerted her, causing her to pause and turn around. "Nevalyst, you can see through the fog, can't you?" she asked to her companion.
When he caught up, his red eyes only showed annoyance as he glared at her. "I'm not that amazing dear."
"Huh. You keep amazing me though. I just assumed."
"I could cast a spell to disspell the fog, but I'm not going to."
"Why ever not?" A smile appeared on Lyra's features.
Nevalyst sighed. "I'm too lazy to."
"Then quit complaining and keep up!" She turned around to continue through the dense forest, Nevalyst keeping up, his paw steps almost as silent as Lyra herself.
It wasn't until she passed through someone's body that the silence was broken, a gasp escaping her lips as she whipped around to see the one she ran through. Nevalyst halted to an abrupt stop, defensively crouching and baring his fangs as he snarled.
Lyra considered changing back to her human form, but she didn't know if this faerie would be a threat or if she would need a quick escape. She hovered closer to her, her right hand naturally finding her hip where her dagger was concealed.