Syndra - Evening<br/><br/>Ah, the thrill of the hunt. It had been so long since Syndra last encountered a guardian. Of course, this one hadn't fully awakened yet, which was kinda sad. She supposed she could just swoop right in, suck her dry and be on her merry way, but where was the fun in that? Something as delicious as a guardian needed to be savored! It needed to be primed before dinner.<br/><br/>The footsteps behind Natasha never ceased, they only increased in speed, as she sped up, almost as if it was an echo from herself.<span style="color: #5F0091"><i>"Adapteeer..."</i></span>The wind blew by her again, bringing with it a bitter chill. More and more lights in the street were slowly being swallowed into darkness, making the shadows that already existed grow bigger and darker. These shadows seemed to quiver and move, almost like smoke. Yet each time Natasha were to look at a shadow, it would sit perfectly still, like a shadow should. The sound of the footsteps increased, making it sound like whatever was pursuing her was right behind her, almost within arms reach.<span style="color: #5F0091"><i>"Adapteeer..."</i></span>The wind whispered again, this time louder and clearly with an amused, womanly voice.<br/><br/>A dark figure stood at the cross section behind Natasha, if she were to turn around. It was impossible to tell if she was facing Natasha or looking away from her, but it was clearly a woman. The street light nearest to her flickered and dimmed, causing the shadows to swallow the figure into their fold, a pure black wall now behind Natasha.<span style="color: #5F0091"><i>"Hahahahaha..."</i></span>Came a cackling laugh, once more carried along an ice cold wind.<br/><br/>Soon, soon Syndra would make her approach.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>