<div align="center">(http://i55.tinypic.com/2i0aof5.png)</div><br/>Halloween was her favourite time of year, the only time when she could truly let her hair down and behave as she was meant too. Though this century people seemed a tad more lenient to the ways of a witch. A phone call earlier that day from one of her closest friends had informed her of a party up at the mansion, intrigued she assented to attending but knew one thing for sure Purity as going with some protection. All the omens she had foreseen the past week had led her to believe that something terrible was about to happen and that particular mansion seemed to be the center of the maelstrom that was coming.<br/><br/>Purity looked exactly as her name suggested, fair skin that made her resemble a porcelain doll except for the gentle blush of colour that stained her cheeks. Her skin was soft and she looked extremely fragile as if begging to be protected by anyone in a ten mile radius. Her eyes the colour of a clear blue sky, the pales ice cool blue imaginable while her hair had the hue of corn flower yellow. She had wondered for quite some time about her costume for the party and in the end had decided to simply wear her witches ceremonial robes. The silver shift that swirled about her slender figure was of a delicate silk, it short sleeves revealed the silver amulets cuffed to her upper arms. Grecian sandals clad her feet and along those delicate small limbs runes of protection had been skillfully painted on with henna. Around her neck she wore her birthstone incased in a silver locket that had been passed down through generations, it's magical properties renowned to aid with her power. It was so slender and delicate that it was virtually unnoticable, though the head-dress she wore, another intricate and delicate design of silver tribal swirls was not. It lay low over her head, circling her forehead and as she clasped her cloak the colour of the moon about her Purity knew she was ready, all she had left to get was her staff.<br/><br/>The moon shone down on her as she passed through the streets of revelers, many adults it seemed were on their way to this party as well. On the way she met her friend, her coven sister who had changed her mind at the last minute about attending. Her newly acquired boyfriend had other plans. Purity only smiled and nodded her understanding before approaching the gates. Within the grounds she saw wolves prowling and watched as the townspeople nearing the door did so with fear in their eyes at the sight of them, though they did try to laugh it off. She moved as silently as the stars in the sky passed them, a gentle wave of the staff ceasing their growling as soon as they had seen her. After waiting for others to go inside, Purity herself did not ring the door bell. The door was now ajar and so she stepped within the house that had been in her thoughts all week. It was decked out like many other houses for the festivities and yet she could not contain the terrible feeling that gripped her that all was not right here. Standing in the doorway illuminated by the moon light outside, she looked as eerie and supernatural as any being had a right too on that particular night.