[center][color=b35959][h1]Omiku[/h1][/color][/center]

Omiku watched and waited. Silently. Patiently. She was practically a model prisoner. She never caused a fuss, always did whatever was told. She had little reason to think she could get away with doing otherwise, and if nothing else perhaps she could wait it out, outlive this place. Is her behavior why they brought her here? With these others? They would never free her for good behavior, so they must have some sort of job for her. Her brows furrowed, hopefully it was not something in the sun. How she despised that accursed orb, nothing like the cool embrace of the void. Of darkness and shadows. At leas that was one small comfort to this place, it felt soothing to be surrounded by but the faintest trace of light. A benefit to being 'passive', as far as those that run this place thinks she is, they do not burn her with the light and allow her some leeway. Regardless, she could not do anything against them for now. They knew that, and she knew it too.

Omiku played with her food, offering but a fraction of her attention to this 'warden'. The blood pooled around her and danced on the floor, twisting and forming into familiar patterns before dispersing and being reabsorbed into her armor just to slowly seep out on the floor again. Finally she got bored of this and peered from the darkness into the dim light. Reaching out into the shadows dancing from the glow of illumination. There was much unknown to her, but some scant traces of information was revealed of the company she was in. She could bear to be with the lot of them... as far as she can tell, but that.... fool who plays with fire. She can smell it on him. Hear it in the whispers between shadows. Instinctively her lips curled as she bore her fangs silently. Fire is not fond of her, neither is she is fond of fire. It has a tendency to... stick to her. To choke out the darkness. Whatever was going on, she had no choice in the matter. But she had the choice to not like it.