INCOMPLETE.

[entfesselt]

Who: Heine, Shae.
When: tonight.
Where: near the river.
Rating: PG-13 just for Heine's mouth.
Warnings: Language. That's it, rly. ):
Summary: Shae's a recent arrival to Purgatorium, and for god knows what reason lol it's totally not because she reminds him of Lily and Nill what no wayyyy, Heine sets off to find her and take her somewhere safe.

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Shaela hadn't intended for anyone to come and find her, not really. She'd always taken care of herself for the most part, kept to herself, remained off in the forests near her childhood home and then, later in life, with others of her own kind (and of purer blood, but no matter). She knew no magic like they did, nothing that would have really protected her against a hunter or vampire or the like... but when one lived in a quiet forest with nothing but the animals for company and the occasional traveler that knew her as nothing more than a human girl, there was simply no need for defense.

Oh, but Aslah and Orin had tried to teach her things... she'd simply never had the ability to perform. Unfortunate, that. But looking on the bright side of things, because of her apparent inability to defend herself, she was making a new friend that wanted to come to her rescue. ... Rescue? Was that the right word? Shae was fairly certain she'd only ever been rescued once in her life before. But no matter.

She waited patiently, crouched in the middle of a small clearing with her head bowed and studying the brittle, dying grass below her. From that short distance, her poor eyesight didn't permit her any details. Just a blur of colors that ran together; brown, grey, black and the tiniest bit of green. The trees all around her were the same. Everything was.

This land is dying. Has been for a very long time.

And it made her chest tighten and ache. It was a physical pain she'd experienced in large cities a time or two, except this was far worse. If she lingered on it, the feeling became almost smothering, like the earth wanted to drag her down and fold around her, drain her of every precious bit of energy and life she held in order to heal itself. She'd heard horror stories of it happening to the pure-bloods, especially in the deserts surrounding Ira. Still, she liked to think that stories were all they were.

Shae knew Heine was there before he spoke. Seeing him was not an option, of course, which was why she didn't bother looking up at first. Instead, a smile crossed her face and she rocked back on her heels, feet bare against the cold ground. Where she might have laughed, no sound escaped.

You found me, she agreed, and the words would echo in his head, replacing the voice she'd never had. It was then that she lifted her head to look at him, and it was easy enough to focus exactly on the spot where the colors that made him blurred just out of her reach and focus. Frustrating as it could be at times to not be capable of making out a person's facial features unless she invaded their personal space, she was used to it. What will we do now?