Three pale-blue fingers softly caressed the loose gravel on the walls of the arch-like opening from Booty bay. She was covered in dark ruby-red cloaks, her whole lithe body hiding behind the disguise that fitted her well. She took the soft gravel in her hands, crushing it between her fingers as her stark blue eyes gazed over the many bridges and wooden passages of the town. Footsteps in the night, rumbles of thunder in the midnight silence, as she strived forward, her eyes lingering on the hidden tavern tucked away towards the rear of the town. She hid her hands underneath the long wide sleeves of her mantle, the only thing visible now were her eyes once light would shine in the shadows of her hood. The world passed by faster and blurred into a mass-less colors, her magic made her blink trough time and space, reaching her destination in a split second.<br/><br/>She looked up, her hood still cloaking her in the dark shadows she seemed to nurture her body in, the bouncer not trying to prevent her from entering, she opened the door and glided inside. The warmth of music and the smell of liquor filled her senses, she took her wrists in her hands, her arms held close before her chest as she slowly walked trough the faintly lit room. Her eyes gazed over every person that resided inside of the room, stopping to linger on the dark troll that had let her in before the door closed behind her. She seemed to jump her gaze from the troll to the blonde woman that left the bathroom, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Hurrying her way towards the now empty room, she slipped inside of the opened door, brushing against the soft body of the small woman.<br/><br/>She stood before the mirror and pulled down her dark hood, revealing her pale-blue face covered in white tattoos to herself. Sliding a long sharp dagger out of one of her sleeves she held it firmly in her hand and slowly dragged it across the tender flesh of her arm, tracing the thick scars that covered her body. The tattoos weren't ink, it was the outcome of her pale flesh scars, the scar tissue as white as snow compared to her blue skin. She watched as her blood slowly trailed down in rivulets over her wrist where it finally fell into the sink, turning the clear water a light pink that grew darker with every drop. This was her ritual. She did this every night without fail. As yet, nobody knew, and nobody would find out. For the past three years she had done with this and she would continue to do so, her payment to the elements, to her tribe and to herself. Her payment in blood.<br/><br/>Eventually, she drained the blood stained water from the basin. She cleaned out the residue left in the sink, clearing the pale pink stains from the pure whiteness of the sink. Once she was done with this part of her ritual, she took out a small silver comb, and glided her long white hair out of her mantle. With long brushes she combed her hair, carefully watching not to stain the pure white with her red blood, some still dripping slowly out of the fresh wounds. She sighed deeply once she was finished, looking into the mirror with a mix of disgust and hatred towards herself.<br/><br/>"Choices... choices lead us to were we belong" She spoke to herself, her increasing madness only confirmed upon realising there was no one she ever talked to besides herself... Her shimmering white hair was tucked away again underneath her dark hood, before she opened the door of the room and calmly walked towards the end of the bar, sitting down quietly to resort in her own thoughts. Nobody knew her there, as she ordered a glass of rum, the thick sweet scent of the heavy alcohol would be enough to daze her thoughts for today.<i>Or so she thought..</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>