The Tired Acolyte

It was rare that Valaine got to indulge herself in so fine a meal, so it was just her luck that something so sinister and dark would interrupt it. The second she heard that unison of voices around her and her vision was engulfed in darkness her eyes widened in shock. For her to see a darkness so complete was rare considering her gift of sight, but there it was, all encompassing and smothering her as decaying limbs grasped her form and held her in what felt like a cold firm vice.
She immediately wanted to pull away from Vakhari's arm but she felt although she couldn't move a muscle, wherever paralyzed with fear or held by these rotting limbs, she couldn't tell. When her throat was grasped she almost choked on the blood that now seemed to refuse to be consumed. She felt it drawing up through her body like she was about to vomit, the sweet taste of Vakhari's blood visiting her tongue once again before it left her mouth and nose.
When all the blood had retreated back to its source and the sound of the voices faded it was only the snap of Vakhari's fingers that brought her back to reality. She immediately pulled her mouth away from her wrist and breathed in a heavy gasp as if she had been struggling for air, her face already glistening lightly with sweat as her wide eyes looked to the other woman in shock.
"Wh-..." she stammered. "What was- Was that you...?" she asked with a light shudder, briefly glancing over her shoulder as if to check for anything else within the room. She then recalled that presence she had earlier sensed within Vakhari, when she listened for her heartbeat. There was no doubt in her mind that it must have been whatever lurked within her.
She wiped her mouth and hesitantly nodded, "Y- Yeah... Cold is fine..." she conceded, now willing to drink blood that didn't really suit her taste after such a harrowing experience. By all accounts the young Sangnir looked shook up and breathing heavier now.
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