Pestilence Truculency [LeighaMoscove]
Mekina woke to the prominant sound of a child crying. She groaned and rolled over, looking to see if any of the other nurse-maids had woken within their chamber of the orphanage. If any of them were awake, they didn't show it. The young woman waited a minute or so, having been up with the children for over a week every night -- even skipping meals to make sure that they were okay. She was, by far, the skinnest nurse there, and had a most unique olive tone to her skin. Most of the other women were quite plump and lazy, feeling as if they didn't get paid enough to constantly take care of the children that depended on them for life. It was sickening to see such neglect.
She had only been working in the orphanage for roughly eight months. Nobody guided her on how to take care of the children; nobody made sure she was fed every night before bed. It was more or less an eat-or-be-eaten situation. If she didn't make it to the kitchen in time, the rest of the nurses would gobble up the bit of soup, bread and cheese that was to have been left for her.
A loud wail from another room persuaded her to ignore her aching stomach and cold feet; sliding quietly into her house slippers as she got up from the bed. The wind howled rather gently outside, and rain pattered softly against the windows. There was no thunder or lightning, so what could be making the babe cause such a fuss?
As she pulled a robe around her body, she noticed the nurse next to her snicker, and turned her head with a deadly glare. The other woman blinked and rolled over, facing away from Mekina, grumbling under her breath. "If you hadn't eaten so much for dinner you would have more energy to check on the things," snapped Mekina, careful not to wake the Head Nurse in a neighboring room. The papery-thin walls let any sound travel with ease.
She walked tiredly, with a slightly anxious step, toward the larger room with the infants. It was the largest room of the entire orphanage. There were ages 0-1, 2-3, 4-6, 7-10, 11-12, and finally 13-16. At fifteen, the boys were sent away to a trade, and at sixteen, the girls were simply kicked out. It was up to them what they wanted to do. Of course, this only happened if they survived long enough.
With the cracks in the walls and windows, with the cold weather and rain dripping down, with the poor care from the nurses, most of the children didn't make it past a few months. So far there were eight babes, three boys all in the 4-6 section, and nine girls between the 7-11 section. So far they were all healthy, but most of the babes were sick. Just the week before, Mekina had to order three tiny coffins. She hoped she would never have to do such a task again.
Upon arriving soundlessly to the room, she noticed that the fire within the hearth had gone to embers. She shivered; surely the babes were freezing if she was this cold. The woman piled up some small logs and crumbled old paper, lighting a match to get it going, then moving the small cribs a bit closer to each other. She wished there was more she could do.
The babe that had been crying was the only one awake, and it was gently sniffling, reaching up at the air with tears running down its cheeks. A tiny little girl, who had arrived just days ago; the one that Mekina had rather fallen in love with, really. She had secretly named the girl Emilia, and had slept with her wrapped in her arms near the fire the night she'd arrived.
"Ah, my love," Mekina whispered, wrapping her snugly in a blanket and holding her to her chest. There was something about the child's beautiful cerulean eyes -- that seemed to glow at times -- that just captivated her. There was a regular-sized bed near the fire that was used for nursing, if someone ever came around to offer it. So Mekina laid on the hard mattress, giving up her own rather comfortable one back in the nurse's room. The infant curled knowingly against Mekina's chest, sighing softly almost in relief. She couldn't have been but a few months old.
It was then that Mekina saw something move within the shadows, out of the corner of her eye. The child suddenly giggled and looked up, reaching up to touch Mekina's lips. "Shh," Mekina hushed, but the events scared her. Was there something in the room that had made the girl cry before? Mekina noticed that her eyes had that interesting glow in them once more.
Lightning suddenly flashed, hitting a tree just outside, just as thunder rolled through the area hard enough to make the ground shake, causing Mekina to cry out in sudden fear. The child in her arms began crying instantly, whailing as loud as her tiny lungs could handle. With the sudden distraction, Mekina didn't notice that tall figure of a man pushed against the corner of the darkest side of the room, hidden mostly by a column to keep the ceiling up. "Oh, shh, Emi," the woman cooed, rocking the child gently.
There was a ghastly noise outside the window, causing Mekina to slam her back against the corner directly opposite that the man was. It sounded like a snarl, and upon looking outside, she realized that it was. There was an enormous wolf -- two, three times bigger than she had ever seen before -- staring through the window. Not toward the babes, though; not toward Mekina... but toward the darkest corner. The brown eyes of the creature very slowly ran their way across the room, finally landing on Mekina and the tiny child with glowing eyes. It was then that Mekina bothered to look to the corner, where the tall man was staring at the wolf in the window.
It was then that Mekina realized that something completely out of her control was happening, and she knew it had to do with creatures of myth. Being that she was a rather mythical creature as well... it didn't really surprise her. Nymphs were mysterious. These creatures, though... what were they? Why were they here?
Why were Emilia's eyes glowing the same color as the man's in the room?
ooc: This is pretty much a do-what-you-want RP. The man in the room can be just about whatever you want, but the notion is that the little girl (Emelia) is the same creature as he is. He may or may not be related to her -- whether it be his child, a niece, grandchild, whatever you wish. I originally had the idea that he was a vampire, and that's why there was a werewolf outside the window, but really it's up to you. You can play both men if you wish, or just the one; let me know what you want to do and where you wanna take it! PM ;]