&&___Couldn't Take the Blame___Sick With Shame, Open to all ^^

[Blake Knightley]

OOC stuff here... BIC Thundering hooves rang out through the foggy valley as a mare of ebon hue ran swiftly through the tall emerald stalks. The swift mare's eyes glinted with wildness and an untameable spirit. The steed was not clad in the usual coat of arms of the school, but was running without a bridle or saddle. A girl of 16, slim, yet athletic, leaned forth on her mount's back, riding bareback with her eyes slightly narrowed. So what was she doing on a day like this? Outside the warm castle? Who knows? Blake lightly pressed a hand upon her steed's neck, causing Iblis to slow down to a halt, allowing her rider to leap off, landing gracefully upon the ground. Grace...Heh...One would not have believed how hard she had trained to gain her speed and grace...Blake moved toward a tomb, plainer then the rest around, her eyes fixed on it, not on her horse, Iblis, which had wandered elsewhere for grazing. The angelic featured girl ran her fingers along the words upon the tombstone. "Felicia" it read, but nothing more. Her fingers glowed a reddish hue as she ran them across the stone, her eyes flashing crimson in frustration as nothing happened. Dammit...what were the words again? Blake pondered, why oh why hadn't she paind attention to her Basic Spells class? Oh that's right! The word was "memoria". "Memoria" she whispered in tones so soft not even a bystander could hear. The stone glowed, and words sounded in Blake's head as she stood there, frozen stiff. The words burned themselves into Blake's mind before the voice disappeared, allowing Blake to move freely once again. Sweat was upon her skin from her concentration, even upon this chilly day. Sighing, Blake leaned against the tomb and slid down to a sitting position.

[Nalin Specta]

Trying to remember was a foolish thing to do. Nalin barely bothered with it and she stood, half hidden behind a long leafy trunk of an elk tree. She closed her eyes, listening to the wind caress everything it touched. And her.
It was easy to tell she was Feutea; aggression and brazeness radiated around her, filling her aura with shade and shouts.
Black hair streaming, she slowly opened her eyes once again, stepping softly to the side and allowing herself to lean her slender arm onto the trunk. The tree...was dying. There was scarce water that circulated it's veins. The plant couldn't retain water anymore.
"Such...a pity that no matter how much you try," Nalin said smoothly, "You can't remember."
But it was all for show. Like she had known before, remembering only brings back your harshest memory. And why try to remember something that might break you?

[Blake Knightley]

OOC duh nuh BIC Such...a pity that no matter how much you try," "You can't remember." The voice brought Blake back to her senses. The younger girl locked eyes with the one they called Nalin. Nalin, prehaps a bit higher than her on the scale of magical powers, and a scale higher on the magical class. 'Twas something to be admired. Blake deeply respected Nalin, but then again, she respected everyone deep down, even if she didn't know them. It was only after she got to know them when she started hating them. Nalin's words struck her cold. What? Did this girl happen to go through the same thing that Blake was going through? Or was just a simple coincidence? Play your cards right Knightley, maybe you'll find out her game... Blake's face remained cold and emotionless, the same as it usually was. Pushing a lock of hair behind an ear, Blake sighed and stood, still leaning against the stone, once warm under her magic, now cold as ice. "So it's happened to you hm?" she asked softly, the gentle breeze making her chestnut hair whip back and forth across her face.

[Nalin Specta]

"Such...a pity," she whispered, a rare smile gracing past her lips and was gone the next fleeting second. Her dark eyes closed once again and opened, using her right hand to brush the hair from her eyes. She stepped smoothly towards the girl, one foot, one foot, until she stood just a foot away from her. Her long cloak swept around her, the tremors of blue radiating a cold glow. Glow? No, it was something cold.
She ignored the girl's question and instead swept a hand to brush Blake's left cheek. Her hand...was stone cold. Before it could meet in contact with warm flesh, Nalin withdrew it sharply and walked pass the girl, stepping up to the gravestone.
"A strange fascination you have with Felicia," she commented quietly, placing a hand on the tomb stone. Stone cold.
"But of course, you do not know why," she breathed, allowing her dark orbs to flutter shut, leaving her in the complete darkness of her mind.
She was not alone though.
"Nalin..."
"Yes," she uttered coldly, opening her eyes and turning back to Blake. "I advise you not to come here anymore,"

[Blake Knightley]

OOC duh nuh BIC "A strange fascination you have with Felicia," Blake did not answer, merely stared at the older girl. "As with you..." she replied in that same smooth tone of hers that people grew to know. Prehaps it was the other girl's air of...power, that made Blake want to reply with her tone. And this girl was ordering her around WHY? Blake's cold grey blue eyes fixed themselves upon Nalin's who had already turned. Blake moved closer to the tomb, stopping to brush her hands upon the stone again. Fingers held that same reddish glow as it came in contact. The stone stayed ice cold except for that part under her touch which held some warmth. Her instructions before had been simple. Get to the grave, let none know why she had to. Of course, Nalin was differant...Somehow...Wait for me... hissed the voice that sounded oh familiar. "I advise you not to come here anymore," Blake locked gazes, both cold and penetrating. "And it's your job to tell what's right for me is it?" she said softly. Wait for me... It came again, pain seared up her arm and caused Blake to grit her teeth in pain. And than it came again...The figure, cloaked and willowy with lips as red as blood and hair of a chestnut like Blake's. We meet again...find them! Find them for me! [i]Find them and let their sould perish like mine! And then she was gone. A new crazed energy lept into Blake as she left the tomb and turned back to Nalin. "Does she trust you?" she whispered in a cold voice. If Nalin truely knew, her answer would satisfy both her and her master.

[Nalin Specta]

"You are falling," she spoke quietly, lifting the contact of her hand and that of the tomb stone. "Are you really so weak as to give up this easily?" Her head shook with...pity? Soberly, she took of her hood, revealing the enbony hair that was twisted into messy braids around her hair. "Trust me?" she laughed bitterly, "I guess...you could say that."
Nalin cupped her face in her hands, "Right, Felicia?"
ooc: felt like this post had to be short

[Blake Knightley]

OOC Gotcha BIC "Are you really so weak as to give up this easily?" Blake smirked at her comment and kept her azure eyes upon the girl. Her eyes flashes crimson with mischief. "Give up? No..." How idiotic of people, thinking ones possessing beauty were idiots, weak, or stupid. How wrong they were. Blake was differant, oh yes, very differant. Her next words struck home. I can trust her. "So...you know about our lovely head don't you?" she spoke softly. The bitterness in her voice was concealed well, only for her to hear.

[Nalin Specta]

More than I want to know Nalin thought bitterly. Nalin closed her eyes and whispered, "Try to distance yourself from--" she winced, feeling a fusion of pain, stopping her words from flowing. She closed her mouth and then said in a bit of effort, "Dis'aperant"
And she vanished into the mist.