Snippet #1622398

Saura shot a dark look towards the Shadow who sang, secretly hoping that he choked on the music notes. She closed her blackened eyes, trying to block out the annoying child's diddly. As pestered as Saura was by it, the singsong rhyme wasn't the main aggressor. In truth, she was horribly envious of him and the other Shadows.

It really isn't fair that even in death I am to remain miserable, she thought, narrowing her eyes, while the others are free to feel pleasure. With a pout, she rolled her wrist, conjuring up a whirl of shadow energy. A familiar warmth spread through her body, the shadow tendrils swam slowly through the air. She didn't plan to do anything with them just yet, so instead she simply weaved them in and out of each other, morphing them around her, choosing to completely ignore her surroundings.

Suddenly, maniacal laughter exploded from one of the other Shadows, and her concentration faltered just the slightest bit. Well, just the slightest happens to be just enough to piss Saura off even more, and the morphing smoke-like shadow energy grew thicker with her growing frustration. She squeezed her eyes shut, damning him to anywhere besides near her, when the laughter suddenly stopped.

"My wonderful Shadows!" Saura's eyes flew open, and her conjuration thinned and faded.

"Welcome back to life," he greeted with a grin as he changed to a child form. "Not quite, actually. You have been selected to join in a little game of mine. You have been given a second chance at gaining your life." Her expression darkened with every word that was spoken.
A game? What does he mean, game? She scowled as he continued his explanation.

"There are new children here from the living world--miserable brats, really. If you manage to steal their life away from them within a week with the powers I have given each of you, then you may return to the world of the living at the end of the week in their form."
Just what she wanted to deal with; brats, Saura thought to herself with a slight shake of her hair, as the speaker's grin widened and the other Shadow chuckled. Looking over at him, she saw that he had taken a...seat? And-oh! Right before her eyes, formed a teacup out of the shadows. Well he seems to be having the time of his death, she thought to herself, and almost smirked, but no. Truthfully in comparison, Saura was not amused. This was getting less and less entertaining by the second, and this other Shadow was not helping

"But are you willing to take a life in order to have your own back?" In a snap, he was gone once more.

Take a life...?
She had not the time to entertain the thought, before a clap broke the silence. With a small jump, Saura flared, shadow smoke rising around her ankles. The claps continued, echoing, the sound boring into her head. She swallowed her rage, however, and simply glowered at the Shadow.

“Well then,” he said slowly, standing up as his chair and tea set faded away into nothingness. “let the games begin!”
Saura's jaw nearly dropped, were these people serious, games? The Shadow disappeared in a whirl of small, shadowy birds, laughing all the while. As the shadows dissipated, his laugh faded, and Saura stared at the spot where he just was, a vacant expression on her face. Who the hell was that? Damn it!

Saura sighed audibly, and the wispiest of tendrils grew slowly from the shadows and twirled around her circling wrist. I hate this place, she thought with a flick of her wrist and tossing the shadow to her fingers. She weaved the grey shadow between her fingers, and resumed her pout, This sucks.