kissing death and loosing my breath

In truth, Serafina had rather little notion of the past that her companion harbored - just as she too had made a point to speak particularly little upon her own. After all, though her childhood surely influenced her current life, Serafina hated the looks of pity when she finally admitted the orphan she was and the life upon the streets that she had once lived. The homeless, after all, had their own sort of stereotypes attached to them, ones which Serafina particularly despised. The point, however, was that the young woman was entirely oblivious to the past that quite literally snapped at her companion. She could see them, naturally, just as she too was aware of the way those ghastly figures stepped out of her walls to reach out towards her, demanding for her to acknowledge their presence. She was aware of the way the bookshelves in her living room shook from their ghastly presence just as she too was aware of the way the arm chair slid across the room. That, combined with the gnawing and snapping of the wolf herself upon not only the air but her furniture, and finally Serafina herself was entirely too much for the young witch.

She was only half aware of the way in which her power seemed to lash out at the group at large - affecting far more than just the lupine alone. Quite on the contrary, for that fragile moment, even the ghosts that pressed upon her seemed to hesitate as if they too were but suspended in time. Hell - for a moment, Serafina had considered the possibility that somehow, she had managed to freeze all of life itself. A soft sigh left her lips as she pulled her wrist from the wolf's mouth, her gaze momentarily lingering upon the flesh of her wrist as tiny droplets of blood begun to pool beneath the surface of her flesh. She was oblivious to the mental fight that Raven engaged within, instead merely trying to collect her wits enough to find some sort of solution to the conundrum that she found herself within. It was that broken voice that weakly filled her mind that really caught Serafina's attention, her head glancing up immediately at the wolf's voice. Her eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as she stared at the wolf, inquiring once again, "Raven?"

A soft sigh left Serafina's lips as she glanced over the wolf and likewise the ghosts that too accompanied the woman. She reached up, running her unhurt hand through her long black hair. She could do this, she was certain. Her eyelashes closed ever so slightly, focusing upon her affinity, Serafina strove to make sense of all that was occurring before her eyes. She could feel her connection with those corporeal bodies pushing them at bay, just as much as she could hear their voices somewhere in the back of her head, whispering to her. The less she focused on them, the less louder they seemed to become though, the more angrier too they grew. They, however, were a problem for another day. It took far more effort to find that bond between herself and Raven, much less that budding power that kept Raven in place. It was curious, this new affinity with the darkness and briefly, the girl couldn't help but to play with it - even if it was just to understand it. She rose Raven's tail to the right, and then to the left, almost making it wag as if it was but under Raven's control herself before slowly nodding. At the very least, she was certain she could keep everything at a standstill - bringing Raven back, however, was a whole different ball game.

Softly, the witch inhaled, steadying herself once again for the certainly treacherous notion that had begun to blossom within her brain. She had little idea how to bring Raven back - not really anyways but what she did have would either work miraculously or bring about her own demise. Then again - Serafina always did her best when the stakes were at their highest. Carefully, the young witch stepped closer towards the wolf, settling down in front of her upon the floor as her legs crossed. Gingerly she reached out, letting her fingers caress the top of Raven's head. The contact helped her. It helped her to focus upon that bond between them and slowly, Serafina dove into it, making every effort to pull her friend back to her - even it weakened her hold on both the ghosts and Raven's figure herself.