"Of Devotion, Conflict, and Religion." - Catalina 'Ravenblood' Blake.

[RexyTheWereweasel]

She stood silently over the old merchant, gazing down at the blood pouring down from his mouth, on the ground. She looked to her sides again, no one was there. She still knew the Nightsinger watches her in night. Suddenly, she kneeled down and bursted crying. She ran a hand slowly over the old man, tears spilling out from her eyes. She yelled and shouted, but nothing. The silence of the night wrapped her tightly, making her fall into greater despair. She lay down next to him, running her hand over her face, wiping the tears. After a few moment of calming through soft meditation, she stood up and walked off, not before piercing a flaming wooden spike in the man's chest, leaving him to burn silently.

"Another normal night of mine. I'm sure you're pleased, Dark Goddness."

She wanders further into the road, giving one last glance at the man, with a silent tear...that quickly turns into a grim expression, returning her gaze back towards the road.

[RexyTheWereweasel]

"Life conflicts and others."

She sat down to meditate. The aromatic candles were lit. She always liked their aroma. She inhaled and exhaled deeply, calming herself. She closed her eyes, feeling the aroma affecting her mind. She inhaled again, enjoying it's calming effect. Well, how can't she, with her conflicted life, who never give her some rest?

She felt it again, the conflict, the emotions, the crying. It just waited for a moment of weakness to unleash itself. She inhaled again, even more deep then before, trying to calm her thoughts storming in her head. She inhaled and exhaled, but just couldn't. This way, she will never achieve the Perfect self. So she fell into her world of thoughts, letting her mind devour her, taking her to face her actions, which will eventully affect her fate.

"James, what a marvelous man. How could I object his very attrective personality winking at me, wanting me to explore him. But Grace, that narrow-minded woman stands in between, but I of course ignore. I will get him, with that so called 'love', a tool to my hands. An enjoyment, a pleasure, a delight to myself. Why not, I say?

I want him. And I'll have him.

I've met another sister, a Nightcloak. It was...confusing. In one moment, I felt mirth, then at the moment after that, it was all gone. She sadi to keep things in secrecy for now. There is that law that Sharrans must register at the city...I didn't. A breaking of the law, but I don't really mind. I am in a religion conflict right now, I need time to decide on myself before I express my religion in public. In time being, I am living two different people. 'Ravenbolood', the cold killer of Shar, and Catalina Blake, the mysterious Monk.

This leads to Johanna, or as I like to say, Jo-Jo. One of the few that maybe, just maybe get close to me. I will risk myself, but Jo-Jo has a past with dark beings...She was friends with vampires, knowing their secrets. She was thrown to jail for that, which means she is more loyal to her friends then the state. I could bring it to my own favor, as well the fact she is knowladgable about religion, so she could help me.

Just maybe."

She opens her eyes, inhaling deeply and slowly, then exhaling. She puts off the candles and stnds up, seeming somewhat more...complete with her self, she wanders off.

[RexyTheWereweasel]

"Love and it's confusions."

It happened. She and Johanna. She can feel it coming back to her.

The emotions, being that close to each other, she never felt it. With anyone. She was planning on it, but the devotion of Jo-Jo, amazed her far beyond what she thought. Especially with fact that she has someone.

Does she really have him? Does she really love him?

She felt confused. That was a delight, to match no other. And James? He seems to be lnog forgotten...

For now.

- - -

She lit the aromatic candles again, and began meditating. It was very silent, matching no other silence she ever witnessed. She didn't feel it. The buried conflict.

Is it gone?

Really?

But how?

She pondered on the thought for quite some time...

"How could it be gone if I'm still is two different people?

May there was a choice.
What choice?

Ravenblood. Or Catalina.
But I didn't choose yet.

Maybe it's a sign.
For what?

To guide thee to the right choice.
What is the right choice?"

She inhaled the aroma deeply. Her mental self was confused. What to do? What to choose?

She opened her eyes. In one swift movement, she created a burst of wind to put off all the candles. She stood up, standing silently for a few moments, then falling on her knees, she began to cry. She was left with no sign, just confusion. And choices.

Which she will be making soon.