[hr][hr][center][h1][color=8040bf]Eudora Esmeralda Erebus[/color] and [s][color=6F7B70]Daniyal Lohi
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[hr][center][color=8040bf][b]Location: Fairgrounds[/b][/color]
[color=8040bf][b]Interacting With: Aloise and Everyone Listening[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]

[i]Please work, please work[/i] Eudora begged silently as she clutched the rapidly cooling body harder than she meant to, come on, she had to save at least one soul today. Too much Death was surrounding her, if Aloise died too Eudora didn't think she was going to survive it. Eudora chanted her words in her hoarse voice, rocking gently as she put her all into it, yet the body didn't stir. She firmly shut her eyes, a panicked, sad noise escaping from the back of her throat before suddenly she felt the hunter budge. Her eyes flew open to see Aloise, tired but breathing. 

Pride and joy welled inside Eudora, but it was short-lived. She felt a chill grow within her, a sense of impending doom that weighed heavily on her shoulders. She felt it. It was faint but definitely there, the wicked energies of a being she hoped to never have to face. [color=8040bf]"Hel is coming,"[/color] she warned in hushed tones, [color=8040bf]"Hel is coming!"[/color] she repeated louder. [color=8040bf]"Brighten the lights!"[/color] she demanded, no, begged. She hoped the others didn't see her as mad. But then again, what another way could you describe an old witch warning about impending doom other than "mad"?