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The end of a battlefield in the night is often a place to find a shadow given life, and Rasa wanders between the blood and the bodies like a piece of the night herself. She has done this for centuries; will for many more, as like as it is to be.
Still, she knows eternally when she is not alone in the shadow, and ghost-green eyes raise once, flicking around into the darkness.
“Do you come to seek something, or to observe the dead?” Her voice is dry, but mostly without inflection, otherwise; no condemnation or judgement.
He reeks of immortality, as she does, after all.















