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[center][h1][i][color=f7976a]Anath Homura[/color][/i][/h1][/center]
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[indent][indent][h3][color=f7976a][i]A Night to Remember V[/i][/color][/h3][/indent][/indent][sub][indent][indent][@Blesses Blight][/indent][/indent][/sub]
		[color=fdc68a]She was swift, as she unclasped the amulet around her neck and abruptly appeared afore the terrified Gabriela. She held her hand out; offering the ornate and otherworldly pendant to attempt to atone for her aloof façade and abrasive attitude... and to try to help with the least-last-lingering amount of time she had.

	[i][b]"My daughters gave me this gift despite my many sins, Gabriela. I give it to you, and perhaps you shall save yourself. I will pray for you, daughter of darkness, whether you accept or refuse my eleēmosunē."[/b][/i] Anath Homura murmured, her words woven with both blessings and ancient curses.

		A question? A quest. A journey. Why ask where she was coming from, when she asked herself where she was going?[/color]

[indent][indent][h3][color=f7976a][i]A Vampire Visits II[/i][/color][/h3][/indent][/indent][sub][indent][indent][@Aeon Ingenuity][@Crimson Crusade][/indent][/indent][/sub]
		[color=fdc68a][b][i]"Zafira - you have a powerful name. I am afraid I do not recognize Hawkthorne though... Apologies."[/i][/b] Anath Homura replied, retaining a small amount of dignity after her silly display. She showed a small smile, as she held up a hand and summoned a collection of seeds upon her upraised palm.

	[i][b]"Where I come from, we share gifts to celebrate finding companions, hmm - when strangers can become friends. These are seeds for propagating hawthorns. A long time ago, I wished to grow a garden."[/b][/i] She said softly, her voice heard solely by the heightened senses of a vampire. Each and every sound she shaped and sculpted as she spoke was akin to a spellbinding symphony - her shape swaying to an unheard song set side by side with her wondrous serenity.

		[i][b]"I believe both life and death could learn to live and die beside one another in a beautiful dance, do you agree?"[/b][/i]

	Corbin nodded at her as well... she almost shivered with woeful sorrow. This man had known hatred, and it hurt her heart. She stayed silent, periodically peering at him. The Paradox of pain and pleasure. Hedonistic horror.[/color]

[indent][indent][h3][color=f7976a][i]Shelter V[/i][/color][/h3][/indent][/indent][sub][indent][indent][@Miss Reiya][/indent][/indent][/sub]
		[color=fdc68a][b][i]"A child can see clearly the truth, yet you think I would be blind? I hear the honor in your heart like a melody for I am Homura, the moon-maiden of honor. An ancient alias, from aeons ago, almost abandoned, although I still hold some strength and sense. You also have a soothing smile, and such is a sign of sincerity."[/i][/b] Anath Homura answered, aware of all the crimes committed by the Calamity, and yet absolving her.

	She shifted her attention to Annie again. [i][b]"I have a daughter like you, dear. She is also smart and sincere, though too aloof at times. She has my mannerisms, haughtiness, and anger... A prim and proper princess ready to raze her kingdom to defy the divine that would weave her fate."[/b][/i] As she spoke, one of the toys began to glow brightly - a small and pink doll dressed in the prettiest of finery. The toy became belligerent, and stared away from the summoner with scorn.

		Then the toy spoke suddenly: [i]"Hmph! Anath Homura is a liar. The Divine seek to deceive you. My mother murdered me."[/i][/color]