[hr][hr][center][h1][color=7fbf40]Sylvia Strange[/color][/h1][/center][center][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsbc5w5jiG1qft530o1_r2_500.gif[/img][/center]
[hr][center][color=7fbf40][b]Location: Out Somewhere on a Lonely Road[/b][/color]
[color=7fbf40][b]Interacting With: The Devil? Maybe?[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]

Sylvia kept her head down as she walked, her feet crunching on the asphalt as the town shrunk behind her. She was incredibly paranoid in the first few minutes she was running out of down. Constantly checking behind her to make sure Mr. Creep wasn’t running after her. Luckily, no one bothered her. Sylvia let her mind wander once she relaxed, her mouth slightly agape as she panted deep breaths, a few beads of sweat still trickling down her forehead before she promptly wiped it off. 

Sylvia’s mind was blank, she paid no attention to her surroundings as her emotionless, unblinking gaze surveyed the ground. She saw cracks and crawling ants, butts of cigarettes and crushed beer cans. Sylvia sighed heavily as she remembered again why exactly she was leaving town. It felt like centuries since she had gotten that email, she still remembered clearly how distraught and hopeless she felt. 

While her eyes were closed as she tried to force the thought of her brother’s death out, she accidently walked into a strange puddle that had formed. Sylvia swore under her breath as she leaped back, the black liquid still dripping off her already ruined shoes. Her eyes followed the thin trail that had formed the puddle before she abruptly stopped at the source of the mess. 

Bodies.

Just, bodies. Arms, torsos, legs, and hands. Everything was there. The varying tones of flesh, now all grayed, were blackened with the wet of the blood. Sylvia was more bewildered than scared, as if her mind refused to process what it just saw. To Sylvia right now, the pile of bodies were just a messy blob of red in her mind. Her head swam as he looked away, her face stony with disgust as she hacked up on the side of the road. She hadn’t eaten much today, but still, she felt as if she just puked up an entire week’s worth of food. Sylvia gasped and coughed, tears streaming down her face from the strain of dealing with it all. [color=red]"Sylvia...Sylvia..."[/color]

Sylvia looked up for the source of the voice but found nothing. Her vision was blurry with tears as she stood hunched over, hands on her knees, as she still heaved. It wasn’t the most elegant of pukings. 

Despite the massive pain of doing so, Sylvia straightened herself up, spitting out the last of the bile from her mouth as she readied herself. She tried to sense for Belial, looking around for her silent guide but the foul energy of the mysterious voice clouded her mind. [color=7fbf40]”Who are you?”[/color] Sylvia screamed at no one in particular, [color=7fbf40]”What do you want from me?”[/color] her voice was hoarse and her throat raw with her cries and screams. Sylvia brandished her knife again, knees bent and ready to pounce as she added dryly: [color=7fbf40]”Come out and fight me or leave me the hell alone!”[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=c0fff4]Eudora Esmeralda Erebus
[/color][/h1][/center][center][img]https://cdn3.cdnme.se/cdn/7-2/1932915/images/2011/curse1_175679354.gif[/img][/center]
[hr][center][color=c0fff4][b]Location: Hut[/b][/color]
[color=c0fff4][b]Interacting With: [s]Girl Kebab[/s] Sutton Smith ([@Morose])[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]

Eudora heard the sizzle of the salve as it worked its magic on her wound. The red slit near instantly shut and healed over, now all that remained of the injury was the blood that soaked her pale skin and raggedy clothes. Eudora let out a grunt of pain as she slumped back on her cauldron, the salty and pungent odor that wafted from up her cauldron being the only thing that stopped her from blacking out. 

Eudora was old, and the girl young, possibly immortal. Eudora couldn’t keep this up for long, the goat would soon tire, leaving her open to be slaughtered by that possessed meat suit. Eudora needed to end this fast. 

She gripped the lip of the black pot, her knuckles whitening as she hissed through clenched teeth an unusual incantation. She visualized the girl being set alight, the orange tongues of flame shooting like sparks in the air as the shell of a being was destroyed. Eudora managed to open her eyes and flick them towards the girl, still not shish kebab. Eudora focused, her mind felt numb and she felt as if needles were being driven into her nerves, but she fought through it. Screwing her eyes shut as she focused and mouthed the spell again, draining her faster than before. 

The corners of her vision went black, she no longer could think as she feebly looked up at the girl. [color=c0fff4]”Burn.”[/color]