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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 Vampire Visits III[/i][/color][/h3][/indent][/indent][sub][indent][indent][@Aeon Ingenuity][/indent][/indent][/sub]
		[color=fdc68a][i][b]"I am observing the occupants of this tavern in an attempt to ascertain how humanity engages in intercourse. Hmm... Indeed; I am conducting an experiment, and struggling to achieve successful results."[/b][/i] Anath Homura answered, annoyance added to her tone as she spoke. Her strength was waning while she sought to continue the conversation, and the cycle of weakening would worsen. She wondered whether she would have time to complete her tests...

	She turned her attention to her hands, seeing as the shifting-searing symbols of the Stigma spread like starving flames across her flesh. Her silk sleeves hid little of the swirling scars upon slender limbs, the swift signatures of sin exuding an eerie scent - similar to a succulent feast tainted by a subtle foul substance.

		She smiled, ignoring the insidious Stigma upon her skin and instead indulged in the dreadful delight of immersing herself in her surroundings, to her stranger-turned-to-friend. Anath Homura had seen so many variations of vampire that the strain of their souls, their sharpened senses, and haunting hunger, all were suppressed so that she would not suffer. The taste of rum upon her tongue still stung, and she felt a shadow of herself scowl somewhere unseen.

	[i][b]"Zafira... means to succeed. A victory."[/b][/i][/color]

[indent][indent][h3][color=f7976a][i]House on Fire IV[/i][/color][/h3][/indent][/indent][sub][indent][indent][@LadyAmber][/indent][/indent][/sub]
		[color=fdc68a][i][b]"I do not drink. The results would be ruinous here."[/b][/i] Anath Homura answered, recalling a time when she woke somewhere in the Underworld and was soaked with the blackened blood of the thousands she slaughtered. She was content to simply connect to the dwarf, and vicariously experience the vicious exaltation of alcohol.

	The denizens of the tavern had offered lively libations to Anath Homura as they poured for themselves, alive and drinking, though prayers were wasted and no promises were woven. All aside from Fiona the faithful - though whether her deity deigned to provide guidance in exchange for piety was yet to be seen.

		[i][b]"Do you believe being drunk will show you the way home?"[/b][/i] Neither hostility nor hope was heard in her neutral tone. Anath Homura analyzed the dwarf with a deferential gaze, the goddess asking with wonder and archaic weird attention, almost like a lost child looking to an enigmatic elder. The white-rose hummed, and her ruby-red eye sparkled strangely.[/color]