<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td> *<span style='color:blue'>Current Day:</span>31 *<span style='color:blue'>Current Quarter:</span> Dyo *<span style='color:blue'>Current Year:</span> 81380 *<span style='color:blue'>Iudicium, Open</span> <span style='color:green'>From being washed by grace, she would reach even further into darkness. As her arms bled and her hands rot to the bone, she took with her a piece of all living souls. And the land cried.</span></td></tr></table> A deafening roar, the clamorous drum of the sky's sundered belly rained as far as the horizon could reach. Through the thick curtains of pouring droplets, only a sparse painting of rays peeked from between the passing clouds, a steel blanket above that shadowed the gardens of Tanastlasei in comfortable shades. Truly a day to behold, the beauty of a gloomy afternoon raised to a soothing tint. Not much could be seen of the temple from the gardens, mostly a blurred haze of a dark structure off in the distance as the rain poured harder, the drumming droplets louder by every minute. The collected puddles could barely be seen underneath lengthy grass and the vibrant undergrowth, and shadows cast from the trees amidst the few sunrays drew shorter as the blended with the dark cloud cast. There hadn't been a single boom of thunder heard from the distant part of the storm, but at the sting of one lightning bolt, the serene gardens felt an immediate eerie depression. Within the gardens, a light twinge of sound pierced the raining roar, though it sounded too light to break over such a rain. It sounded somewhat like a young girl's giggle, though distorted in tone with a long, disturbing echo. Deeper, lower in the maze of grasses, flowers, vines and weeds, the shadows themselves became spooked. A swirl of reality twisted from a shadows that looked deeper than most, broken from the rest of the world, a shadow cast from a hedge just past a ray of light. As the shadow and the ground near it twisted, a slender hand dressed in a white lace glove reached slowly from underneath. A second hand reached not too far behind, both of them slithering to the sky and giving off a light aura as the heavy rain pelted against them. The two hands settled down on firm ground, slightly tensing, as they seemed to pull something from the still lapsing shadows. Ghastly, cold yet seductive, a deep sigh heaved underneath the roaring rain. Pulsating platinum braids peeked from the shadows darker than pitch, giving way to a forehead covered with black bandages that eventually covered the eyes and the left side of the face of what looked to be a standing Pendragon. The tattered end of the black bandage whipped as it came from the shadows, tearing off from something below as a hint of and eye peeked from a barely exposed sliver. Yellow eyes of a frantic beast soared underneath the bandages before the eye closed, both gloved hands griping the dirt tightly. The figure darted from its shadowed womb, the realm from which it birthed returning to normal as it disappeared within the higher haze of pouring rain. Far from where it came, the sound of light feet patting through puddles and loose soil seemed to come from all over the gardens, yet becoming more and more distant. <span style='color:gray'>Shai kum tnall es, shai tnall rlyyp yv shyta fhy kluen sha djuka raiymp shaej nyjsul gaajt. </span> It--She was agitated for once, not her usual sedated sense that carried her from mayhem to mayhem. It wasn't an agitation from something gone wrong; rather hunger for a taste that was too close just be ignored. Far too great was the temptation, for one of her kind. This temple, this land, the souls that would become Fronima and the sea of essences that it is. She would taste it all. A small smile curved as platinum, cascading curtain braids and the end of the black bandages whipped behind, Inolax Iudicium would rape the temple of all its grace.
<span style='color:gray'>Her grin slowly faded to a small, docile line with every close corner, fleeting pass throughout the garden. There were some awake within the garden, in the rain. The restless patrons who couldn't sleep through the insane pattering outside, those who sought the masking darkness to fulfill their own ends all meandered through the gardens with no spiritual bearing. Inolax could smell it through her soul's nose, and could breath in the faltering purity of those within the garden. Lust, rebellion, envy, all the worldly temptations that dragged the would be willing vessels of the temple from their unselfish path to the forests of material bliss. It was far too tempting, the taste of their life teasing Inolax's taste buds as she quietly dashed by, leaving little more than a flicker within the rain curtains. They needed to stay alive, to keep the shed blood on her hands pure. The pitter patter of her paws became slightly louder as faded out of attention, splashing against the collected rain pools on the stones where garden and temple entrance melted together. Crouched low, slowly covering her chest with one hand and gripping the midsection of her long, white staff with the other, Inolax looked as far as she could for any who would see her enter. Only a few visitors were within the temple proper's glance, either asleep under shelter or quickly running towards the labyrinth from the heavy rain. The delicate ivory-laced glove clenched tightly around Inolax's staff, slowly humming as a dark circle sliced from around the top, a brief haze of dark flames whipping away from her body. It would begin here, the entrance, and blood would be shed deep into the labyrinth. Everyone had to see.</span>
