[i]~A little girl hums softly as she plays with her little dolly. They are both clad in white, the frills and ruffles tossing gently in the late afternoon breeze. Around her the earth is barren, the grass long dead from the dark soil. Around her stones making the final resting places of most upon the mortal sphere loom, but she takes no notice of them. Her head turns, he gaze lacking with his as he approaches, Her bright blue eyes light up and she calls out to him.

“Come Kinn! Come play with me!”

His eyes go to the sky and in the distance a faint rumble makes it's way to his sharp ears.

“I don't know if that's a good idea . . .”

His voice fades, her name not reaching his ears even as he speaks it. She giggles as the wind becomes cold. The bite of it brings tears to his eyes. She smiles, turning back to her dolly. He reaches out for her, trying to tell her it's not safe here, however all that he can hear is the howling of the wind. It begins to rip at his clothes, the fine material shredding upon his body and leaving him bare. With a cry the wind at last reaches it's peak and with a cry like the ungodly winds he is torn from the earth and flung high into the air. . .~[/i]

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His feet come to rest on a cool wooden floor. His body, clad in nothing but the moonlight streaming through the large open window, stretches and rolls as he awakens from his long slumber. He draws in a shuddering breath as the night air rushes over his body, refreshing him. As his arms come down the last bit of shadows moving freely throughout the room comes to settle about his shoulders and with a faint rustling noise a long black cloak appears around him. The thin, fine material moves freely as he turns towards the sound of a man's voice. Green eyes lock upon one another and his eyebrow raises at the question. His tongue moves slowly inside his mouth as it learns to work again. After darting out to moisten his dry lips it slips across his fangs languidly. “You call for me, and you do not already know the answer to that question?”

His voice sounds a little rough but smooths out as he continues speaking. “It seems I am called by one who did so out of ignorance.” He takes a deep breath through his nose and his left hand comes up. In his hand is held the bloody cloth the king had used to try and muffle his coughing. Kinn's eyes drop to the stained fabric and a faint smile curls his lips. Bringing it close to his face he takes a long whiff of the scent of the blood. As he exhales his eyes flutter close and a low groan rumbles in his chest. His eyes open slowly and his gaze moves back to the man who had summoned him. His arm drops and the cloth falls from his fingers. Moving closer to the man he smiles. “I can guess as to why you have called me. However. . . .” The last word almost sounds like a purr. “I need you to say it. I need to know, why have you summoned me, mortal?”