<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080"><span style="font-size: 15px">Lady finished her meal, a new light and pale glow eminating from the blondes body. The forest around her went silent, Lady not noticing the common occurrence. It happened every time she fed, even if it happened in a bustling city. It was as if time froze. People stopped moving, voice no longer penetrated the air, and the animals seemed to disappear as a chill took over.<br/>
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Lady rose, a new power flowing through her as her body strengthened. Her now sharpened and focused eyes pierced into Eves very soul as her once warm voice turned to ice. "I am a child of the mist, a mourner of the dead." Lady smiled wickedly "To some I am a harbinger of coming doom, yet to others I am but a simple soul carrier, helping to guide the dead to my brothers death." The air just around Lady whistled about all other air dying. "I am an almighty and powerful banshee!" Her voice grew in volume, still as cold as winter, her breath actually coming out as fog falling to the ground to create a low mist upon the ground. <br/>
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Suddenly it all vanished, the sunlight that had been put out was back, warmth returned and the forest creatures froliced about again. Lady fell to the ground laughing, clutching her stomach as tears rolled down her cheeks. She loved doing that shtick with humans and nonhumans, freaking them out for a second. Lady, unlike many of her Banshee kindred, had a strange warmth about her, but that didn't mean she didn't contain the same power, and if that power helped her get what she wanted then so be it.</span></span></span>