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Vanth
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Old 10-20-2012, 08:35 PM

When her body began to wrinkle up, she stepped out of the bath and wrapped herself in the towel that had been provided for her. It was made of a rough fabric, but it absorbed quite a bit of the water in her long hair before it got heavy.

The clothes she had requested still weren't in their room, so she wrapped herself in a robe made of strange material , wrapping the rough towel around her head, and stepped out into the bedroom. "The tub's all yours if you're ready." she said, walking over to her pack and pulling out an old brush, one of the only possessions she had that wasn't directly linked to killing demons. She brushed out the knots in her hair before throwing herself on her bed. It was filled with harpy feathers, harpy being a localism for the flying, feathered demons that plagued the area in the winter. she sighed, and closed her eyes for a brief moment. She wasn't used to the comfort of a bed, and though she hated it, she missed the rough familiarity of her bear-pelt bedroll, laid out under a rock face to protect them from the wind, and to mask their scent from night predators. She missed being able to hear the sounds of everything around her, even if it meant she was sleeping with one eye open, and if anything, being in this building made her feel more vulnerable.

Eventually, exhaustion got the better of her, and she drifted into a light sleep.She imagined that she was dreaming of the end, of she and Gabriel slaying the very last demon in the world, and ending the fear. but with this end, she felt an emptiness, like her life was without purpose, and suddenly she and her brothers and sisters were the most threatening thing to mankind. She imagined being put in a cage like an animal, and killed in the same manner. Not many things that were lethal to humans could affect them, so the humans shuffled their cages into a black chamber, and set the place up in flames. She felt her soul let go of her body, seeing nothing but the orange of the flames, and the fear and pain in the faces of her comrades.