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[color=9e0b0f][b]Location: [/b][/color] Forest outside Roshmi
[color=9e0b0f][b]Time: [/b][/color] Afternoon
[color=9e0b0f][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Aklenroth [@Alivefalling], Sakura [@baraquiel]
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Myra was still searching for Artemis and Darius when she and Mathis met a slightly familiar face. A strange light elf that Myra had a very bad feeling about and remember seeing his face somewhere. Wary due to his presence, Myra went behind Mathis, trying to pull him for them to leave. She didn't know why she had such a bad feeling or who exactly was that light elf... Not until she heard his words. His orders sounded... strange to Myra. More strange was how Mathis followed his orders without questioning, mindlessly walking away almost as if something was dominating him. That was already strange, but the words he used finally connected everything. Her eyes opening wide in fear as she realized what was going on.

The Morteum... The Necropolis... Mathis... was just a lie... wasn't he? She had already seen that sharp eared man before in the ball too... And she knew exactly who he was...

Before Myra could react though, he grabbed her by the neck, staring deep into her eyes, unfazed by her growls, hissing or her futile attempts to struggle against him. No matter if she tried to use her claws or even her tail, neither his grasp nor his feet would even budge. His words cut deep into her mind as he spoke with a terrible smile on his face. The moment he pressed his finger against her forehead, she could feel the cold, terrible touch as she began losing strength, gradually getting harder and harder for her to keep awake. Again he spoke, saying that she would forget everything about 'him', using a name Myra knew that was not his own. A lie, just like Mathis. Despite what was happening, Myra still struggled, a mix of fear and hate on her expression as her growls and hisses became quieter and quieter, her eyes slowly closing until she could see only Vaeril... no... Aklenroth, and then... nothing, as she fell on the ground, unconscious.

Myra woke up after some time, after feeling something touching her. At first it was a single touch, but then it began again, nudging her and touching her sides, until a loud horn rang, alarming her and making her wake up, suddenly jumping up, as she looked around confused and in a low posture, feeling threatened and afraid. She remembered coming here to the port to search for her friends with... [i]someone[/i]... but why was she unconscious on the ground? Something happened, but what? Did they meet another person? Why she couldn't remember anything...? And more importantly, who was the strange demon woman looking at her? She didn't seem dangerous, especially the curious way she was looking at her while she ate an apple. Slowly calming down, as much as she could being surrounded by so much noises and different smells, her posture changed to a normal one as she looked to the woman, just as curious about her as she was about Myra herself.