<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/1z2kf1s.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Ciera Morrigan Baine<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Retribution<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  N/A As of this moment<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Serum Camp<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>         Loki<br/></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br/>They say that true understanding comes, in the darkest of your hours. Ciera was starting to understand this saying, but she knew that the darkness had yet to truly fall. Ciera had seen several things, that she wished she could never live through again. But she knew that the dark was just beginning to fall, she had a lot ahead of her. A lot of hard choices, and they hadn't even begun yet. They weren't even as hard as the ones further down the road, that was all she knew - even though she didn't know why. Her mind pulsed, ached with knowledge. She felt the combat wanting to burst free through her skin, she felt the taste of copper in her mouth - a need to see her enemies writhing in agony. <br/><br/>Her hands clenched, her eyes closed, as she stayed crouched on the bottom of her cell. Then she felt something, a change - a shift - something changed. Her eyes snapped open, their dark depths seemed to pulse with something new. She felt a tingle flow across her, and then <em>he</em> was on the floor of her cell. Every part of her body was suddenly tingling, her pupils widened as she took in a deep breath through her nose. She could smell him, her senses making her feel strange in that moment. She was crouched, like some wild creature, on the floor. She perched there, and then slowly she stood with a fluid but primal grace. Like a caged beast, wearing the skin of a human. A wild creature that wanted freedom. <br/><br/>She stood over him, watching him. He was asking her questions, but she stared at him for a bit longer before turning her head towards the door of her cell. He asked questions, and she felt something twitch to life inside her. Magic wanting to burst free, her body aching for something she didn't understand. "I am Ciera Baine, I am... was... human. What I am now? I do not know. Where are we? Buenos Aires... At a Serum Camp, as I believe they are called." She whispered in a soft voice, it was a musical voice. She walked towards the door and put her hand on it. She felt something rising through her, a pulsing of understanding. Rituals, and spells spiraling into her mind, only a few. <br/><br/>"Now, it is your turn." She said as she turned to stare at him, with those dark as night eyes. She looked like a 'daughter' of the warrior queen. One many gods knew as 'The Morrigan'. She took a few steps towards him, and extended her hand. Though she was hungry, tired, and wanted a shower, she still offered hospitality. "Who are you, and what are you? Where you are, is obvious." She said as her head turned upwards she took in another breath. She felt it, the need to escape building. Her eyes opened again as she focused her attention fully on him. <br/><br/>"I wanna get the fuck out of here." She stated bluntly. </span></span>