erzulie
cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul
devana acindius
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he could feel the servant behind her trembling ever so slightly. Shaking hands and combing through her mess of curls with the upmost care. Void-like eyes met lovely greens for a brief second. The woman seated admired them in the soft glow of the candlelight. Her love for precious gemstones kept her gaze focused, and the two of them locked in a staring contest before the emeralds disappeared behind pale lids. A grin appeared behind her fanged mask. She dropped her gaze, instead looking at her own visage.
The silence around them stretched as she lost herself in thought. Her invitation had made it to her safely. However, the messenger had an entirely different story. He had arrived at the entrance to their estate—or rather, whatever had taken his form had arrived with the letter in tow. There was no way of knowing what happened to the body, and she could only pray that the animals had gotten to him first before they snatched his form.
Nevertheless, her family had decided that the invitation called for a celebration. The night before her journey had been quite a revel. They had taken to the forest in a frenzy. Screams, howls, and cackles filled the night air, traveling far off into the wilderness and inviting more to join in their celebration. She had noticed how their numbers grew and the forms that crept from behind the trees. The Acindius family carried on well into the morning.
A low chuckle slipped from her lips. Peering at the handiwork of the maid, she hummed in satisfaction. "Leave me." She was alone soon after she’d spoken. Gazing at the invitation on her vanity, the heiress smiled to herself again. It had been quite some time since she had gone to a sleepover. Her first one had been her very last after a little incident, but that had been fine with her. Now, though, her interest was piqued, and she was genuinely curious about her fellow guest.
With one final look in the mirror, Devana was gone. It could just be a simple trick of the eye, but the shadow at the entrance of the peace hall seemed to get darker. From the shadows stepped Devana, clad in black and wearing the mask of some fanged creature. Her steps were light, and her black, pupil-less eyes took in those around her as well as her surroundings. She seemed rather out of place against the color scheme of the room. "Hello, I am Devana Acindius." Her tone, though icy, was polite.
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