[centre][h2][color=silver]The Queen of Darkness[/color][/h2][/centre]

Darkness inhaled, the sting of cold hitting the back of her nostrils paired with the stench of daily human life - coffee, food and the fuels they treasured so much. Winter had finally rolled around and it was already having its way with the environment, people glided and fell with the frosty paths and already, scarfs seemed to be in high demand. Humans were fiercely adaptable creatures and despite the rapid change of conditions, they still went about their daily lives. Strange. Sparing a moment of her eternity to peek around, Kyra briefly remembered being in that place before only the last time, it was full of the dead and dying as disease tore through it. The Goddess of Darkness was always attracted to the places where evil flourished. Or maybe it was the other way around? Kyra had forgot to remember.

A hushed whisper from beside her woke her from the trance that had imprisoned her. An excited silence, a breath of life against the cold abyss - her little summons, she guessed. Pulling her hands from her warm coat, she pulled her hood about her frosty hair and followed the sound into a nearby ally. Finally, in a particularly dark corner, she found the Shadows' Moot. At least a dozen of her creations were darted around, chiming into the debate with their own excited tones. Kyra frowned and took her place among the little creatures, sitting cross-legged and listening as they recounted tales from the last endeavor she had sent them on. It was around Christmas and keeping within the weird human traditions, she felt a weird desire to see her family or at least, be near them. She had tracked them down to this particular city which seemed to be buzzing with their activity but she didn't want them to see her just in case they decided to get into her Mother's good books and bring her in. Instead, she sent out her Shadows to see who was all there. Frowning once more, she tilted her head in silent curiosity at their answers. [color=silver]"The King of the Dead? You mean Bronte? Amare? And Armarion? And a few seasons? And Light as well? Guys, don't you realise that there's only ever one season in one place at a certain time, right?"[/color] The chorus of angry buzzing that followed made her think otherwise. [color=silver]"Damn... I guess I'll have to leave then. Having all those gods together in one place means that anyone with half a brain should stay away from said place."[/color] She must have dimmed their curiosity as they all let out a disappointed chatter before rejoining the shadows around them and leaving her alone. So dreadfully alone.

Nyra allowed her feet to lead her from the ally and along the cluttered streets. Her rather small form was swamped by heavy clothing that did dreadfully nothing - the Queen of Darkness was always cold and it was bloody miserable. Somehow, she found herself standing at the entrance of a dark-looking establishment much too far off the main road. Peeking in, she noticed the large lack of light and decided it was better than nowhere so quickly darted inside, her dark eyes peeking around in silent caution. It was mostly abandoned save for a few rather menacing looking individuals sitting at the bar. Approaching the same place, she leaned against it and the barman, who was previously caught up in a conversation with the men, gave her a confused look and briefly wondered if she had a death wish. Nevertheless, he moved away from the others and gave her a raise of his eyebrow. Attempting to make her voice a little deeper, she coughed. [color=silver]"Er... a banana milkshake please; and don't skimp on the bananas."[/color]

The look he gave her was bordering on confusion and sheer skepticism. A resounding laugh went up amongst the other men as the barman narrowed his eyes at her. [b]"Listen kid, you may think this is funny or something but this is a very dangerous place for a little girl. I advise you run along to daddy."[/b] Kyra raised her eyes from her hood and gave him a confused look, blinking in misunderstanding - she didn't exactly see the problem with her request. Was she being rude for asking for extra bananas?

[color=silver]"Um... Just a water then?"[/color] She made sure to avert her eyes this time, shrinking back on herself as the barman shook his head and went to find a tap. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder and quickly looked up to find one of the men was standing over her. He was about to say something but in her quiet terror, Kyra kicked into combat-mode. The man's words were caught in his throat as the girl in front of him suddenly disappeared. Out of nowhere, she reappeared, tugging him to the ground before keeping him down with a punch that betrayed her Godly strength. His friends rose, going for their concealed weapons but Kyra was much too quick and darkness enveloped her form again. The first man received a kick where the sun doesn't shine which was subsequently followed by a heavy punch that sent him sprawling backwards. Just as the second one righted himself and drew a pistol, a hand that could only be described as being physically made from shadows slammed his head down into the bar, his body releasing a sickening crunch. Breathing heavily, the Queen of Darkness allowed herself to breath as she heard a door open.

The barman returned and cast one glance over the scene before his eyes went wide and he pointed back to the door. [b]"I'll go get that banana milkshake!"[/b] Sighing, Kyra dropped the last man to the ground and found a comfortable seat in the corner before pulling her knees to her chest. Why were humans such confusing creatures?