Recent content by Isabelle

In the calming haze that Chasmine enveloped Isabelle within, the shade suddenly tumbled backwards onto her rear. Her hands and feet scrabbled at the floor to push herself away, then the girl curled herself into a fetal ball, hands clutching the top of her head. Snapped from her fervor, the...

Fear. Unadulterated, crippling fear. It radiated from the shade of Isabelle Marshall in great, paralyzing waves. A tsunami of terror plunged the room into aching dread as the space around the trio began to grow darker. The shade watched as Sable's hand drew near to her face, and an unparalleled...

Unease. That was the emotion that the little shade conveyed to Chasmine now. But it, too, could feel and feed upon the emotions of the living, though perhaps not as effectively as she could. Nostalgia, warm and welcoming, radiated through the room. The shade could not help but feel drawn to it...

Some odd fear gripped at the shade. She did not come out - not yet...

Ever silent, the little shade peeked from its hiding space, looking to Chasmine as if waiting for approval to come back out. From where it had secreted itself away it could sense the sadness that rolled like waves into the spirit realm, but could not see where it came from.

The little shade stared at Chasmine blankly, then began to dutifully and eagerly continue aiding her new acquaintance. For the moment, there was peace and contentment.

The shade continued its silent, inquisitive stare at Chasmine, but something resembling the flicker of contentment, like her own form of a smile, could be felt in the air. Once again the little entity did its best to aid her new acquaintance, this time pooling on the floor beneath the book...

"H-hello?" In an instant, the shade sunk into a puddle and slid beneath a bookshelf. From beneath it peered out, naught more than an inky blob with spotlight eyes, interested in what might unfold but too afraid to be fully "present." The little shade observed as Chasmine dealt with the intruder...

The little shade cocked her head at the statement, but seemed to understand well enough. It didn't speak, but its feelings could be felt. In the minutes that followed there was contentment and peace, but always the lingering notion of fear. At a moment's notice, the shade was ready to bolt back...

The shadows within the library coalesced. From around corners of bookshelves and under tables they slithered together and pooled on the floor beside Chasmine. Slowly they burbled upwards and took shape. A shape they had not taken in some time, a fragment of a distant memory. A solid black form...