With a sigh she turned her head to look back at Raven. "Is there something more, little Raven," she asked. The little girl impatiently blew hair out of her face. "Is it true? Do you really want to die," she whispered? She turned fully to the girl before crouching down to look her in the eye. "When you have lived as long as I have, being here becomes tiring. Do you see?" Linking telepathically to the girl she flashed images of the world as she'd seen it through the various stages of her life. Raven cried out breaking eye contact and turning away. Sadly, Darra stood and waited for the girl to compose herself. Raven finally turned to her, tears in her eyes. "YOU," she gasped, "you're ancient!" Darra smirked, "I'll take that as a compliment. Go for your run little Raven, don't worry overmuch for me. I have a feeling I'll be around for a while longer yet." She nodded and started towards the door when Darra called to her. "Oh, and Raven? Please tell Aiden that he has had a full day to acclimate himself, come tomorrow morning I will expect him in the courtyard to resume his training," she said matter of factly. "Of course, my lady," Raven smiled before closing the door.
Darra breathed a sigh of relief, she always operated better on her lonesome. The first things to come off were her boots and socks, having them on for this long had been pure agony. She shrugged out of her long sleeve overcoat and sighed. She never showed more skin than was necessary, which means nothing other than her hands and head. She wasn't particularly self-conscious about her body, but she felt her scars would make people uncomfortable along with bringing a barrage of questions she didn't want to answer. She always wore a fitted black wife beater, but the scars were nearly sixty percent of her body. From her neck down to the backs of her thighs and the backs of her arms. They spider webbed out like tendrils of agony, unfortunately that wasn't the worst of it. The scars were an odd color that stood out against her pale skin, some shimmered metallic copper while others were a metallic gold. No other vampire, that she knew of, ever scarred like she had probably because generally vampires didn't scar. She unbuckled her belt and unfastened the top button of her pants about to pull them off when she heard the wolves start to howl. Her bare feet padded to the balcony's stone balustrade where she looked over. There were wolves everywhere, she saw the silver of Aidens coat as he trotted off after a pretty blonde, nearly white wolf. But her eyes were drawn to a large muscular wolf that was black as pitch but for the amber glow of his eyes. What was uncanny was that his head was tilted up at her. She tilted her head to the side and stared until she realized who the wolf was. Putting a hand over her chest she bent at the waist in respect. Garrick stood and pranced in a complete circle before lowering his head slightly and pawing at the ground. She read the demand correctly, he wanted her to come down and run with him and the pack. She smirked and shook her head tightly. He bared his teeth and sat his hunches down in a huff before laying his snout over his front paws.
She shook her head and went back inside. Now that she was alone, she could use magic. Her mother taught her that when one had skill and power there was never a need to show off or boast because even with all that in the end there was always someone stronger than you, someone better. So, it's best never to show your hand. With a wave of her hand her things opened to her perusal. Sending her mind into her bags she looked for something specific, a relic really by the age of the thing. By rights it shouldn't even work, the battery had died out ages ago. With a flick of her wrist, it flew out of her bag and into her palm. She blew air over it, dislodging dust in the electronic. It was a rectangular device with an electronic touch screen, a small circle with a square within it at the bottom. It played music and music had always been a balm to her soul. The logo of the manufacturer had been scratched off before even she had come to possess it but if memory served it was some sort of fruit. She moved to the nearest wall and pressed the little device against it, where it immediately stuck. Blue veins seemed to branch out from it along the walls, windows and doors of each section of the suite. With a smile she swiped her finger over the touch screen which flickered on. With another wave of her hand all the balcony doors flew open. Unwrapping her hair, she hit play.
