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Of Heroes and Demons

She sensed their auras before she heard them. She pulled her clothes from her the branches and slid them, glad that they were dry. She made sure her weapons were in the right place before standing and jumping into the branches of the trees. She felt her lips quirk as she blended into the shadows of the trees. She listened to them and tried to envision what they were doing and how they were doing. Minutes later she could hear the sound of a handful of dog barking as they moved closer to her. She sent out calming pulses of aura to the dog knowing the less sophisticated animals would receive the message and turn in the other direction. When the dogs did just that, Isaura waited on baited breath for the auras to move far enough away for her to safely reveal herself. She gathered the remainder of her hidden weapons and sheathed them before making her way towards the town.
She was about a mile away from the outskirts of town when she could feel the effects of various auras working on her. For a moment, she felt light headed before she, with steadfast resolve, steadied her own nerves and fears of the unknown and ventured closer. She allowed her aura to weave through the cluster that existed and travelled towards one of the less populated areas, glad to feel that the area she travelled to had fewer people because it was rural instead of being because it was a gated community.
She found herself walking towards the smell of food because despite being able to live off the energy of other life-sustaining things, she still needed substance to keep her healthy otherwise she would grow weak. She walked into the town and could feel the weight of the town’s people’s gazes on her. She walked into the diner and used the Master’s card to order a plate of grainy, high starch, high fiber food. Already feeling stronger left the diner to find a clothing store so she would not have to constantly wash and re-wear the same pair of clothes every day. Feeling as though that was enough excitement for one day, she made her way back to the woods where she would find a cave to make her own, until a time she was summoned and could return to the comfort of the place she considered home.

Of Heroes and Demons

Isaura wasn’t sure where she was going. She had been wandering and stealing the life force of various plants and vegetative life as she made her way through the woods, one of the perks of serving as a walking blood bag for so long is that earned the ability to absorb the life-sustaining force of other living things with a touch and a bit of concentration. She knew she would be approaching the city soon and hated the idea that she would be surrounded by so many people. She supposed that so long as there was no major skew in the emotions of the vast wave of beings that occupied the city than she would be okay. She hoped, at least.
She tilted her head as she listened for running water to wash her clothes. She estimated that she was about an hour’s walk away from the city. She knew she had no funds to call her own as it were so if she expected to once again get in contact with the Master, she would have to bide her time and made it through the obstacles that faced her in the city.
Grumbling she walked toward the sound of water. She relaxed her own body and searched for the auras of others might do her harm before disrobing and dipping each article of clothing several times individually, checking for areas of stubborn grime, before moving on to the next. She hung her clothes on some of the various branches that would receive maximum sunlight to aid in the drying before she herself wafted through the waters to rid herself of sweat and dirt. Once feeling sufficiently clean, she removed herself from the waters and found a suitable place to rest and recuperate from the day’s troubling events.

Of Heroes and Demons

Isaura was returning from her mission. She didn’t mind the Master of the house so much. Being that he was one of the Ancients, he sat on ruling council of vampires and thus spent much of his time away from the house. However even when he was around, he wasn’t terrible bad to be around, except during feeding time. Feeding time was always difficult on her, however not unbearable. His wife was the one that made things hard. It was because of the Mistress of the house that many of the servants were growing increasingly more restless. Not that Isaura could particularly blame them. Isaura herself took care to stay clear of the wicked women as much as she could. While being blind had it’s difficulties, like most inanimate objects coming appearing to her as though it were a sketch where only the outline could be seen but not the details or even the color, but she was blessed with the ability to both see and feel auras which came in handy, especially considering she back at the house, where she planned on avoiding the Mistress at all costs.
She shivered as she drew closer to the house. The aura of the house was overpowering and nearly crippled her as it came into her view. She tried to move closer to the house, but whatever devastation that was occurring within those castle walls would have to go on without her. Staying in the shadows unsure of what to do, she contemplated her options. With an annoyed sigh, she figured, maybe she would come back later when things were quiet, but for now, she supposed, she’d explore.

Of Heroes and Demons

Name: Isaura Lilith Sade

Isa'a Appearance

(but with crimson eyes and hair)

Age: 23

Height: 5'0"

Weight: 150

Race: Half faery, Half human

Isaura's human mother was involved with a faery although she did not know it. When she became pregnant he disappeared. Her life seemed to take a downward spiral. Jobless and homeless, she was forced to move back in with her mother. She never wanted the child to begin with, but her very conservative mother refused to help her if she aborted the child she was carrying. Several years later with a child that proved to be more and more abnormal, her bitter resent towards the child peaked and she sold the child. Using the money she received for her daughter, she left town never to be heard from again.

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