A Malkavian's Plan~ [Seraphina, Pyra, or Invite][NR]

Sicarius stared at her Aunt Seraphina while seated on the swing in the Kitten Ground: one of the exceptionally high swings meant for the supernaturally inclined. Aunt Seraphina had wanted to take a walk and Sicarius had wanted to go to the park: so there the two were. Sicarius had wanted a chance at swinging again, hopefully without some sort of pervert or weirdo showing up to cause problems - though she was sure Pyra or someone was nearby in case someone like that happened to show up.

For now Sicarius was contemplating something that had been bothering her for a few days. Her father had last seen Seraphina when she was waist high, and Seraphina had just spent thousands of years trapped in a coffin to then suddenly be forced into a world she didn't understand. She hadn't asked her Aunt if she was scared of this new world, but she figured she likely was: if not at least a little un-nerved. It was an awful lot to take in: and to add in the fact she was mostly mortal and there were creepy weirdo's roaming around... yeah, she felt it was safe to assume Seraphina was at least a little uncomfortable.

A small frown formed across her face as the swing continued to move back and forth, little legs pumping in and our to make her go higher and higher. When she leaned back, hands still wrapped firmly around the chains, she tilted her head back so that the world looked very upside down to her. It caused her to giggle, and as she moved her bell chimmed, as did the many chains that hung off of her tail - as she was in the normal outfit she wore. Mismatched eyes, the left being a neon pink in color and the right being a neon orange in color, are framed by light pink colored bangs which cover her forehead in an even line and hang down the sides of her face, ending several inches beneath her chin. The rest of her long pink hair is kept in two pigtails that are held together at the ends with gold silk ribbon tied into elegant bows. Light pink, fur covered cat ears are hidden by a beige colored cap that has cat ears and a cat face upon it. Sicarius has a long tail which matches her hair and ears, cat like in nature with several buckles strapped to it from which hangs a decorative gold chain that attaches to her black belt she wears around her waist. She wears female wears a collar around her neck that matches the buckles from which a large gold bell hangs from. She wears a long sleeved black and white shirt whose sleeves go down to her knuckles and in which the length goes down halfway down her butt. Over this shirt is worn another which is held up by what looks to be matching buckles to rest, and from which a ragged shirt hangs which a cat on the front of it and which is black in color, which only covers her chest, torn decoratively at the bottom like her matching black skirt she wears that goes about halfway down her thighs. The majority of her legs, going halfway up her thighs, are covered by a pair of white stockings, soft material like the rest of her clothing. Finally, her feet are snuggling kept warm in a pair of black, leather, buckled boots which go up to her knees, but which stop before them.

Seraphina had seated herself down on a nearby bench underneath of a beautiful cherry blossom tree. Her long white hair was back in a french braide that hung down her back and which was tied at the end by a white ribbon. She was dressed in a long sleeved, light fabric, white colored dress with a baby-blue colored sash around the middle that was tied in the back. Feet were bare; which she preferred.

In Seraphina's lap was a book she had picked up the other day; she had stumbled across it in the library. But, she wasn't paying attention to it. She was watching Sicarius swing; tilted backward and looking at the world upside down. It caused Seraphina to smile and lean back comfortably in the bench.

She could still hear the rest of the world around her, and it caused her to fold her arms tightly across her chest: as if the action could block everything else out. The world was a much louder place than the one she remembered: strange noises, sounds, a lot to get used to. She caught the movement of something out of the corner of her eye, a mostly blue colored large butterfly which was fluttering above and around her head.

Wherever Sicarius was, the Unspeakable Horror was never too far off. At seven foot four with pale skin on a well built physique and his strange helmet, the creature was hard to miss-- that is, unless he didnt want you know he was there. Like now, for instance. Unless you knew he was there already, you'd never notice him; standing no more than ten feet behind Sicarius and Seraphina, 'enjoying' the cool shade of a tree.

He was dressed very simple. His upper body was bare, showing off his body -- defined muscules crossed his body. Toned arms were currently folded across his chest as the helmet turned in various directions as if searching for something. His lower body was clothed in a tattered and blood stained buthcer's smock that was wrapped around his waist to hide everything from view. Not that he would have cared if anyone could see anything. He wasnt even sure he had those 'parts' Hell, the creature wasnt sure of anything. He didnt think; he acted on instinct. His only goal in existance was to protect Sicarius, and obey her wishes.

It was a simple enough existance, and one he was damn good at. After all, it was Sicarius whom created him. It was her who'd immagined him the first time, the Unspeakable Horror that protected her from the voices in her mind, the things that went bump in the night. A creature born from the mind of a fearful child... her own fear made a reality. And with that manifestation came the his purpose. He was her fears-- the unstoppable monster, the creature that would do as she never was allowed. The mind of a child unleashed upon the world with no master, save for the child whom created.

The mind of a child was a dangerous thing. It knew nothing of mercy, of pain, of regret and sorrow. And when angered, the mind of a child was the most vengeful force known to god and man. And when said child had the ability to make her desires manifest into reality... well... here he was.

Sicarius continued to swing back and forth as her mind picked over an idea that was forming slowly. It was something that anyone else would think a wish or a dream, something that was completely impossible: anyone who hadn't already witnessed the very potential mental power that the child happened to have that is. She turned her head slightly, still looking at the world from her upside down view, and saw Pyra standing a little ways off: likely waiting to see if some idiot would happen to show up to try and cause them problems.

She then turned her head to the other side, allowing her to catch a glimpse of Seraphina and a butterfly that was fluttering around her: Seraphina wasn't reading the book she had brought with her.

"Turn her back into a child... Give her a second chance.", it was a voice in her head, not something new and definitely not something she hadn't heard before. However, the fact that it was a helpful voice did change things: normally her head was filled with babble that only made sense it you looked at it upside down, inside out, and through a mirror. Sicarius wasn't sure exactly where the thought had come from; if the voice was just her own mental ramblings or someone elses, but it caused her to sit up suddenly. Feet lowered, the bottoms of her boots scraping against the ground suddenly and causing a cloud of dust.

When the swing stopped moving forward and back it swayed for a moment from side to side. She bit her bottom lip in contemplation while staring off into space. Sicarius couldn't turn time back on the entire world - well, she could but it would likely end badly - but what about using her new ability to manipulate time to rewind her Aunt Seraphina back to the time before her father had left: back when Aunt Seraphina was waist high to him. Another thought crossed her mind following this: would her father be angry at her for doing something like that, or grateful? She wouldn't do it if Aunt Seraphina didn't want it to happen... but she still wondered, and it was what kept her from getting up off of the swing and going over to her to ask.

Seraphina continued to watch the butterfly for a moment; it was just fluttering lazily around her. However, as she heard the sudden scraping of boots against the dirt she looked up in time to see the cloud of dust that Sicarius had created when she caused her swing to stop suddenly. Seraphina, who was still getting used to the idea of being an aunt but was feeling rather protective over her niece regardless, looked inquisitively in her direction.

"Is something wrong, Sicarius?"

She didn't see anyone around who could be trying to cause trouble, but who knew what Sicarius was seeing. So, she simply remained quiet and waited to see what the child had to say.