[h1][u]Ciara Ventura[/u][/h1] [i][color=gray]Wingram Academy, Auditorium[/color][/i] [@Nanaya] [@ERode] [@Psyker Landshark] [@Sifr] [@AThousandCurses] [hr] Flashes in her mind. An opening door. Gulliver, unaware in his bubble. The images that Otis allowed through the telepathic link were poignant and self-explanatory. He had a plan to do some [i]divine culling[/i] himself. The older girl with a hooded visage shot out the final light. Much to her satisfaction. But- [b][b]"No!"[/b][/b] She called out, the Voices in her head screaming as a fatal lightning bolt struck the knight, running her through and hitting the far wall, the impact palpable. She couldn't move fast enough. She could only watch in horror as the knight let out a bloodcurdling scream. Every nerve ending in Ciara's body fired off, her blood running cold, then hot. A crack of a gun, Otis' gun, and the final window was shuttered out. Finally... Ciara took a haggard breath, dark mist slowly seeping off her vibrating form, hands extending out. Slowly, like little wisps of harvest grass blowing on a cold night, appendages with tiny, child-shaped hands grew. They came up from every floorboard, every crack in the wall, the ceiling. Every inch of the auditorium was covered in shadowy appendages. Although she couldn't see, Ciara could [I]feel[/i] every inch of the darkness. Every brush that the shadowy hands felt, she felt. She could differentiate between cloth, warm human skin, metal, and wood. The appendages grew, feelers identifying each Mannekin and encircling their limbs, crawling up to constrict around their torsos. She could feel them delightfully struggling under her shadowy hands, and she tightened her grip. Some even tried to outrun her, smarter than the others. But nowhere was safe, and she pinned these escapees too. The hands quickly differentiated friends from foes and gave the knight, Otis, the boy with glasses, and the hooded girl a wide berth. The hands tried to dig their way into Gulliver's protective barrier, but to no avail. As the darkness grew, so did her Hunger. Snapping the torso of every one of Gulliver's despicable Manniken would not give her enough satisfaction. [i]"So Hungry!"[/i] A Voice somewhere in her pulsing mind. He... he [I]hurt[/i] the light. The delicious light. It was [I]hers[/i]! A dark look crossed her face as the mist only grew, her frame perfectly still. A decision calmed her outward appearance, though inside, she felt like a firestorm. No. She would Eat every. Single. Mannekin in this room. Starting with the Mannekin wearing a kimono, which had sailed towards the hooded girl before Ciara's shadows intervened. Ciara brought this Manniken closer, a glint in her eye as the Mannekin struggled uselessly against her tight grip. [i]"I'm Hungry!"[/i] Said an enranged Voice. Ciara was silent. In that single moment, the only sound that could be heard was Ciara... breathing in. Like a cascade from its toes to its head, in the darkness of the auditorium, the Mannekin dissolved into burnt ash. Its heart fluttered and glowed briefly before surrendering its essence, causing the dark aura to intensify around Ciara. A contented sigh escaped her lips, her eyes flashing a strange red iris surrounded by black sclera. She had been Hungry for so long... yet her Hunger remained. She took a moment, bringing the rest of the Mannekin near her. The ones that struggled, she snapped their torsos without hesitation. Her next breath... would signal the end of these wooden warriors in one fell swoop.