the haunting

@Casmir maybe since, she is la crepe

She came here for a purpose, but not the purpose.

The svelte sprite stared intently beyond, sniffing, searching. The thick cologne he wore beneath his silken robes was what brought her here, adrift from her mission, searching.

To be in love was a strange thing, a forbidden thing for the likes of she and hers. Once their cycle ended, nothing was remembered, nothing at all... but this must be fated! That she feel something so strong, such a pull, from nothing but a face! Soulmates.

That very pull led her here. His scent was further ahead. Not his, but something on his person... and she sought to lure him away, to be with her and her sister for all time. "Winds," she summoned, blood dribbling freely from her shoulder, "bring him to me..." Her bright eyes flashed as coincidentally, a breeze ruffled her furs, and a smug expression flit across her features. Atropos was all powerful; she needed many-a-tool to cut the chord of life. But now, her fingers thrummed against the chord for a selfish, self-serving reason...

And if one knew her character, that would not be so surprising.