Death Returns to Play

[Blades]

A low hum escaped the slit in the mask, almost like a cold chuckle at the thoughts that ran through one's mind, the hood covering the long hair from view, standing on a crypt. Face toward the sky, allowing the cold breeze to brush like a ghost against the full length trench coat, there was word on the wind of the coven's rebirth and even better of a fellow death member around. Turning to look at the graves for a moment before drawing the massive claymore and rested the tip against the ground, leaning against the blade itself, humming a cold melody almost sounding like the funeral march, it held an eerie tone to it as the right wrist flicked out in one easy fluent move and sheathed the massive sword back onto the sheath on the back.

Dropping from the crypt and leaned back against it. "Much has passed but looks like it is time to once more take up the game and play the dance of the sword. I wonder how this game will end, like the last or a new game all together. None the less, I am back to have my fun and settle how the others are, I wonder if anyone still remembers the Death family" The tone was cold and emotionless and held a lace of malice to it, flicking open and closed a black zippo lighter, always one to carry it for a reason unknown known to her, the only thing she carried of the old past, but that was then, this was now. Still humming the dark tune.

[Sauri Matashina]

Small ice crystals formed along a few of the grave stones as she came into the cemetery. Dark eyes lit by an ethereal looking light as she gazed upon the one known to her as Blades. She remembered her, and this time was no exception. "The Death family is legend, even here. As before, you are welcome here as long as you wish to stay." She said, her voice even and calm as she spoke. She was confident, but certainly not cocky. The air warmed again and she smiled slightly.