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Skylar Ksenia

Gloved hands held the small object easily in view, thumbs brushing over the hallowed eye sockets thoughtfully before continuing over each crack and chip with less interest than she held for the ivory coloured skull at first look. "So where's the rest of you?" The question hung unanswered in the air for many minutes, the lack of wind causing the words to flop soundlessly to the lush green ground. Carelessly the black clad figure stood from her previously crouched position to a more upright stand, right hand closing over the left side of the skull with unnecessary force as she did so. A placid expression settled across her shadowed features, an almost acrimonious air found itself settled around the lone figure and the cracking cranium. "I guess they're right when they say the dead only speak to the deserving," the monotone voice commented, "though I'd think it would be nice to know how your head ended up here of all places..." She trailed off having nothing left to say to the un-answering head. Though this was merely a small bump in the road, Skylar didn't really expect having a general conversation with the skull to actually do anything, so there was still plan Bravo, Charlie and Delta.

The Demon Captain turned from the site in which she found the lone skull, feeling exceedingly indifferent after her unsuccessful outing. Though Skylar couldn't help but wonder where the rest of the body was, with her knowledge of the human body she estimated that the death of the person belonging to the head had only been a few weeks... She knew the skin for certain had been eaten away by worms and burrowing bugs, they had left a warm trail but for how the head had come decapitated from the body was still a mystery to her. The bottom jaw was still intact yet there were signs of small fractures leading up to its joint with the top jaw. It was too much of a clean cut to of been made by a simple knife or dagger, yet the fractures and chips suggested a weapon much smaller than her own but bigger than a normal wood cutting axe. "It's possible for the victims neck to of been broken then the head severed off after he, or she was dead... But that would mean more fractures to the back of the skull..." Running a gloved hand through her slightly unkempt hair, Skylar decided it best to show one of the coroners back at the barracks where she herself dealt with most of her work and training -instead of the Kings own coroner who resided in the palace.
But of course that would have to wait until she returned home.

A quick glance at the darkened sky was enough to tell Skylar that it was soon to be moon-high here in Earth, the sun had finally left to rest and allowed the moon to a rise. To quite the contrary belief, Skylar -even being a demon- wasn't one to spend her entire day out in the sunlight, but then again she wasn't one for the ebony black of night either. Endurable to both with none she favoured. The demon captain enjoyed her repulsion to having one set like over another, it gave her an advantage in most things and allowed her to answer plainly with not having to explain her choice over something so childish and time consuming.

The blonde haired woman continued at a slow pace through the quiet streets of wherever this was on Earth, casting no looks at the modern looking houses and scenery. Everyday something seemed to change, so why bother making an effort to look around? Skylar found no need to waste time taking in details of a place she'll more than likely never visit again. She made it her duty to know every single nook and cranny of the place she called home, not some human inhabited land.
Without much thought she made her way up towards the place her King resided, casually wiping the remaining dirt off the skull without a body.