#thread: isra

[neverfalling]

location: ozdemir block party tag: beck / @moravitris​

The second Isra spotted the hunter, her blood ran cold and she rooted to the spot, unable to do anything but stare. She’d aged, of course, a silly thing to notice but one that struck her all the same. The same lean frame, the same sharp posture, the same icy expression Isra herself had come to master in time. But for all the time that had passed and the strength she’d grown into, the sight of this familiar hunter launched her backwards until she was seventeen again, alone and terrified with shattered hands and very little means to get herself somewhere safe. Once the fear subsided, that gripping horror gave way to seething anger, and before she knew it, she’d placed herself alongside the hunter at a makeshift bar set up near the center of the activity.

“Picked a fine time to move to the island--kidnappings and storms and all,” she said as she waved at the nearest drink vendor to order herself a beer. The heavy makeup covered her features nicely, and it did much the same for the scars on her hands. Admittedly the dulling of the magic within the area left her feeling a bit naked, but anger steeled her. “I don’t recognize you. Small community,” she continued nonchalantly.

[neverfalling]

TAG: open! LOCATION: Marzan Mansion - s mentioned a library so eyes emoji

Isra spent the entirety of her childhood trying to make herself small and silent--she’d have moved all the way to invisible if she could have, but a little witch’s capabilities did not allow her such good fortune. She spent much of her time alone even while in the company of other people in her formative years, which had the effect of making her a painfully introverted adult, one that didn’t know what to do with the stilted smiles and forced thank-yous from strangers on the island and the council alike stemming from her involvement in the ritual that ended Marzanna’s curse. 

That practiced quiet allowed her to slip out of the main party, the silence of the hallways and finally the library hitting her like a welcome wave until the glitter and noise of the masquerade casino forgotten in favor of the myriad books the original vampires kept in their vast library. She quickly perched on the edge of the table with a book in her lap, her mask laid at her side as she idly leafed through a well-worn book that documented some vampire line from the 1500s. At a sound nearby, her gaze snapped up and she straightened, closing the book slightly. “This isn’t off limits, is it?”

[neverfalling]

LOCATION: public somewhere TAG: @fumusannuit / kayra

"All that for nothing.” Isra sat upright on the bench with one forearm resting on the back of the bench as she watched Kayra approached. Her face-to-face familiarity with the other witch was surface-level at best given their mutual participation in the ritual that soothed Marzanna’s curse, but the Akyildiz coven was practically infamous, which meant Kayra’s family’s reputation preceded her whether she liked it or not. Isra did not envy the lack of anonymity. “How long do you think before everyone’s killing each other over this?”

[neverfalling]

LOCATION: library TAG: @malignxnce / afet

It would figure that the day following Zephyr asking her to undertake a spell of truly legendary magnitude, Zelimir makes good on his threats to undermine the entire supernatural community should he not get his way. She didn’t know enough to understand if this was time sensitive, but being without magic for the first time in her entire life with this hanging over her inspired action, even if it was an anxious sort.

The Whittaker family had done a good job erasing and rewriting what knowledge existed on the Hallowed Circle, which meant she should have known her trip to the library would be an entirely useless endeavor. With a frown, she shoved a book back onto the shelf and idly read a few more of the titles, knowing they’d too be useless. There was only so much a local library could really have, anyway--it’s not like any witches wanted a random mundane to glean any secrets of their world unintentionally. Movement at her side caught her attention and she turned slightly to spot a dark haired woman nearby, close but not close enough to really see what she was doing. “...Can I help you?” she asked, voice more terse than she’d intended.

[neverfalling]

LOCATION: somewhere public TAG: @postremorisu / jesse

Nothing quite matched the panic Isra felt when faced with the quiet she awoke to, both inside her body and without. No connection to the movement of air pushed around by her ceiling fan, nothing when when she made curious, cursory contact with the deer skull kept on a shelf, nothing when fear and rage made her attempt to summon every ounce of her magic. The results would have been destructive, catastrophic even, but the stillness that followed was worse than any disaster she might have wrought within her living space. Zelimir’s threats from the night before seemed like little more than that, dramatic words made by a man who saw himself losing his grip on power, but this was more than she could have anticipated.

The anxiety nettled her so keenly that it pushed her from the safe cloister of her apartment, though the movement and fresh air did little to ease her nerves. Only when she practically barreled into someone did she lift her gaze, brows drawn downwards into a steep frown that abated only slightly in her surprise. “Oh-- it’s--” She paused and a little more of the frown whittled away into something more akin to exhaustion. “Sorry. It’s not been the best twenty four hours,” she said with a long sigh.