A light moan came from her lips as the woman in white kissed Jon back, holding him closer to her, wanting to increase the contact between them. When the kiss finally ended she was a bit breathless and there was a hungry look in her eyes as she maintained her embrace with him.<br/><br/>â€œMmmm how I have missed you....â€ her voice trailing off as she continued to study him for a moment. As if to decided just what to do next with him. That kiss opened up a few activities that she knew both would like but there were plans that needed to be kept and so she decided having a meal would be best. A meal and some conversation. Her arms slipped from about his neck, allowing one hand to travel down and enter lace with his own, â€œCome I think you could do with a midnight snack and well I myself am a bit peckishâ€ her tone and demeanor friendly as she lead him from this room out into the hall.<br/><br/>Speaking not another word to him, instead she only smiled at him, the hallway just as nondescript and uniform as when he first came down. Though they stopped at one of the doors that he had passed by before entering the performance hall. The large white wood doors groaned open hinting at their size and weight, though if he were to take the time to peek around behind them he would note that no one pulled them open. Within this room was a long white marble table, set up with enough chairs to easily sit about 50 guests, in similarly designed high backed velvet chairs. Candelabraâ€™s spaced evenly from one end to the other, easily designating this table and room meant for dinning.<br/><br/>Hand still intertwined with his own she lead him to the farthest end from the doors. Stopping at the head of the table she waited for him to pull out her chair. Should he do it she will sit down with a smile of appreciation, should he stand there confused as to what to do a servant will appear from a side door and quickly pull out her chair and then his own. That same servant will lightly drape white cloth napkin across their laps, before leaving to get them something to drink. It is at this time that Jon might notice something odd about the servant.<br/><br/>Unlike the man whom he saw earlier to be obviously human this, creature, was far from that. Face looking to resemble a human though the large feathery white wings that sprouted from his back would make Jon think of an angel. Something that he would have thought only existed in fairy tales or perhaps an afterlife he had never really been sure existed till this moment. Perhaps he was dead? This was a version of heaven and he was dead? Though that kiss felt very very real....<br/><br/>Jon would assume it was male given the butler like attire that the creature was currently done up in. His solid black eyes would regard Jon in passing, devoid of any discernible emotion more like it was waiting for him to possibly hit him or run in fear from him as many have done in the past. When their red wine was poured, he would stand to the back of his Mistress's chair, holding the bottle and staring at the wall waiting for her to instruct him on what he would be preparing for them.<br/><br/>â€œSo love what do you say we have ourselves a stuffed garlic quail? That is always one of your favorites, you know the one where the stuffing is made from the poor creatures own eggs. It is so savory and well no one can make it as good as our dear Bruno. Isn't that right Bruno?â€ she asked the creature standing behind her.<br/><br/>â€œMistress Oriana you flatter me so with your words. It pleases me to know that my cooking is thought so highly by you. Please allow me to go and prepare your meal while you talk with Master Jon, who has been gone from home for so longâ€ Bruno spoke with a bow.<br/><br/>â€œOf course of course. Though try to hurry for I want my love to be at full strength for laterâ€ she said with a teasing tone at Jon as she winked.<br/><br/>Jon will notice that up until his point that he had not known her name, though once heard he realized that had been the name on the tip of his tongue though it had just escaped him till now. Even still there was something out the name that continued to roll about in his mind over and over, as if there was more to it then he was able to remember.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Tima whimpered softly feeling as if it had done something wrong and its Masters would be punishing him soon.<br/><br/>â€œPowers? Why Mistress you all have great power or at least you had great power. I do not know what has become of them but maybe the witch can help. She is so wise. Yes we will continue on to the witch, without the lost Master for he was taken by the darkness and there is little that we can do for him now. But the witch maybe she can help....yes....she can help....she always helpsâ€ the last bit it was pretty obvious that the creature had been speaking more to itself then to the rest of them.<br/><br/>â€œCome! We must hurry! My light will fade soon!â€ an air of authority coming upon it suddenly as it grabbed up its lantern and began to run once again. â€œHurry! Hurry!â€ he chanted to them as they ran through the twist and turns that was the woods. Soon the brought them to a cave whose darkness seemed even more imposing then the darkness of the world around them.<br/><br/>â€œHurry! Stay together!â€ he said to them before rushing into the cave. Once inside they will notice that it was series of interconnecting tunnels, making it a very complex cave system. Staying together is key here, those lost will never find their way out again. Though not like that really matters since the things that lurk in this darkness is far more dangerous then anything they faced out in the woods.<br/><br/>Tima moves without pause taking turn after turn after turn, never once does he look back to check on those who are to be following him assuming that they will stick with him. The light in his lantern flickers making him surge forward, chanting over and over that they must hurry, the light is fading they must hurry. Bursting out into the open at last Tima again gives no pause as he runs quickly across an open field, the grass is chest high to most of you with Tima being lost among it, only the light from his lantern aiding the group in knowing where he is. The group gets the feeling they have been running a long time, mostly by the fact that the light in Tima's lantern has dimmed even more and his panic has risen. Now between running he keeps glancing to the sides of him, sounds of large things, fast things, heavy things, moving through the grass about the group getting louder and closer as the light continues to wane.<br/><br/>Suddenly Tima cries out, the group would fear he was wounded or injured but if they care to look they will see him pointing ahead of them. His out cry had been one of excitement and relief for in the distance a small stone cottage sits quaintly atop the hill, warming inviting light shining through the windows and a column of smoke rolls out of the chimney. Tima's light however, does not look like it will make the trip. Though he urges everyone all just the same, there is a determination in his voice and step that is surprisingly considering his current physical condition. Maybe  10ft from the door the light in his lantern goes out plunging the group into total darkness save for the light coming from the windows before them.<br/><br/>A mighty shriek comes forth and the sensation of something rushing toward them can be felt, the air proceeding the creature blowing through the group as its pushed forth by the speed and power of the creature behind it. The sensation of something close, its claws just grazing the backs of your necks, its got you....that's it....your dead....<br/>.....<br/>...........<br/>..............<br/>.................<br/>.....................<br/>..............................<br/><br/>â€œLEAVE THEM BE!!!â€ a woman's voice shouts out as the area is suddenly filled with a brilliant white light.<br/><br/>Misshapen shadowed figures are lit up momentarily allowing you to witness just what it was that hunted in the dark, just what it was that had nearly been your demise.<br/><br/>Standing in the doorway was a woman dressed in black, her raven locks slowly falling back down her back as her power faded â€œQuickly! Inside!â€ she shouted as the light in the area began to fade. Once inside the door will be barred shut and the woman will return to her seat at the fire, Tima runs over quickly to nuzzle her leg, like a large cat, purring even as the woman gently strokes his head. â€œYou did well Tima. You brought me the Masters...thank youâ€ she spoke kindly to him.<br/><br/>â€œI lost one Mistress Sonya. The woods claimed him....I'm sorryâ€ he whispered out in shame.<br/><br/>An amused smile comes to her blood red lips, â€œHush little one. All is as it should beâ€ looking up to the group it is now realizing that her eyes are completely white, thus making her effectively blind. â€œPlease do sit and calm yourselves. I shall hall some tea and a light meal made, I know that you are full of questions and I am more then willing to answer them allâ€ she is polite and seemingly able to look right at you all, truly seeing you though that should be impossible. For she is blind after all....