She was dreaming again. Lost to the insanity of her own mind.The voices. So many voices. Angry, sad, pained, hateful... They laughed at her. A cacophony of endless mockery.They scream at her. The scent of fear heavy on their breath. Why do they fear her so?Blood. It's everywhere. Always dripping...pooling at her feet. Staining the paleness of her skin. So red and thick. The essence of life.She finds it beautiful. Yearns to trace a drop of it with her tongue. All the while knowing it would never be enough.Need to bleed them dry. Watch the spark fade from their eyes. See into their soul as death grips them. More. Always, always needing more.Laughter. More laughter. Only this time, she realizes it comes from her. There is no one left to laugh... She killed them all.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A pair of glowing red eyes materialize in the darkness. Slowly, a pale face joins them -- long tendrils of forelock shifting in the breeze.The scent of magic is heavy on the air. She can sense the presence of the elements here. They live. Breathe. That can only mean one thing. This is a world beholden to the Gods.Damn.Irae glides into the clearing, shadows and moonlight clinging to her pale skin. With a breath, the runes along her body ignite, glowing a bloody red into the night.She moves to the edge of the lake, staring at her reflection as it swirls and breaks her image apart. A very accurate representation...There is the sound of hoof beats. Magic permeates the air. Irae turns, lifting her head from the lakes smooth surface. Her ears flatten against her skull -- glowing eyes seethe a dangerous tainted red. Her lip curls and a dangerous, feral, broken snarl erupts from her chest. It rattles and shakes -- warbles and then dies into the ensuing silence.The days of wrath had come again. ooc: Sorry for the shit that is this post. please reply to it anyway though. I promise to do better.