[Jade Alanon]

Death was inevitable, it didn't matter how long you lived or how many times you were brought back, everything and everyone died, no one could escape the reaper once it came for them. While the subject of death and the after-life scared most, Jade did not fear death, she respected it, would greet it when it came for her, but she did not fear it. Nymira and Jade acted as reapers themselves, exacting revenge on those that were ancestors of the Rhasic, spilling their blood and welcoming them into death's cold embrace, was it true what one said, was death a release and not a punishment?

Jade and Nymira had spoken with the dead, spoken to their dead father and he had told them that while some of their Rhasic victims were angry and hated them for their murder, some were better off, freed from the mortal chains that tethered them to that realm. A funeral procession had caused Jade to take a journey to the graveyard, a morbid place that reeked of death and sadness. Nymira didn't like being at the graveyard, didn't understand why Jade had come here in the first place, why did she feel that it was important to attend this one funeral?

The shrill call of a raven seemed to announce Jade and Nymira's presence, they kept back from the group of mourners, she had met the man in the coffin once, he had given Nymira a drink of water when she needed it most and while Nymira had appreciated it, she hadn't really given him much thought. The staff was gripped in her hand, her means of protection and feeling of comfort, Aganadara lay safely in a new satchel, hopefully Aganadara would behave itself this brightening. A soft rain fell from the sky, as though the sky mirrored the feelings of those burying their loved one. The humid air was cut by a chilling wind, which helped Nymira get through the brightening, stepping over some of the smaller gravestones while curving around the larger ones, each gravestone was a testament to all those that had fallen in Zinn'Sunn. The heroes, the villans, and those that fell between.

The priest began his sermon as the casket was laid in the ground, giving a name to the stranger that Jade had been drawn to, her emerald orbs following the caset into the ground, not listening much to what was said. There was a shift in the air, one that Jade and Nymira picked up on quickly, Nymira's eared perked as she looked over the horizon the of gravestones, her dark eyes searching for the reason behind the foreboding feeling the two shared. The chilling wind rustled Jade's dark green dress, her hair blowing against her face as she also searched. Nymira stood next to her bondmate, a large hulking beast, pitch black with dark eyes, Nymira remained in her Virkyn form for the time being, wanting to provide an offense in case there was an attack

A challenge was in the air, it was clear to both predators, the sisters couldn't leave now, they needed to understand what this was. They were both willing to answer the challenge, their eyes surveying the area, looking for what called to them.