Far deeper, away from the light, and wandering in complete darkness was another; accompanied by a Lunatone happily floating about. All it produced every now and then was a zinging echo, alerting its partner of what laid in her way.

It had been ages since Kyrenai had trained this way, but with the way her thoughts had been occupied, how certain things haunted her into uncertainty, she'd found it time. Her skills had been numbing -at least in her eyes- and she all but liked it. So she would go back to the shadows, and learn to walk them blindly.

She had a flashlight with her in case things didn't pan out the way she'd intended, mayhaps the sole constant in her life right now, but was not intent on using it until that very moment.

Jaci suddenly turned, whirring loudly as its eyes glowed red. Kyrenai perked to hear the echoes slowly -almost rhythmically- growing closer; and before long the irregular flashing of a light announced the arrival of another. Kyrenai covered her eyes, allowing them to adjust while squinting through her fingers, for eventually the light would find her emerging from a small passage to the side.

And when it did, her expression would change from wariness to surprise, a smile perched upon her lips. There were only a few sporting such vibrant hair. And it was long overdue she met her kin again.

"Thalia?"

thalia black

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A deep, wordless sigh omits the thoughts haunting the assassin's mind. Ever since the border she's become aware that the ghosts of her past have come back to haunt her, and for some reason she cannot shake the feeling that one specific ghost is doing more than just that. Yet there's no proof yet, safe for said gut feeling.

A little something that'd become more intense ever since her possession at the Border. 

The reason she'd rather traverse thick, lush jungles wrought with traps and all things dangerous, than to thread the Border of whatever laid beyond. 

In a single, smooth movement Kyrenai's blade cut through the vines blocking her path, leaving the restricting greenery to dangle at the treeside. She looked back over her shoulder, making sure PENELOPE LIVY was still following suit. After the reports had found their way back to the assassin, detailing the events of Penny's death and apparent resurrection at the Borders, along with a list of other happenings that concerned her far less than that specific section, she'd felt like she'd been shirking her responsibilities. 

For one meant to keep the councilwoman safe, she'd been doing a rather poor job. Thus, she decided. This time she'd be taking charge. She did not wish to be the reason another fell, not when she was meant to protect.

"Everything still alright, or should we slow down for a bit?"

PENELOPE LIVY

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Kyrenai smiled, shaking the hand offered to her a second time, sealing the deal.

"I'll look forward to it. To a prosperous cooperation, Miss Livy."

PENELOPE LIVY

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A low, deep, guttural laughter resonates through the shaking cave; Kyrenai's hand remains on the seal even when the mist spreads, unyielding. As if the earth's tantrum doesn't shake her in the slightest. Eyes fixated on the seal, at the swirling mist slowly envelopping her. She seems to inhale it, and when she speaks there's a duality to her voice, as if several are speaking at once; the echo of her voice bouncing off the cavern walls like a choir.

"No... no I don't think I will."

When Kyrenai turns to look at Kazimir, her eyes glint over with something crazed, hinting that this is not her. Yet what she ushers next seems to drive that point home even moreso. "Hmmm. Not what I expected," she says, flexing her hand, but she sounds pleased even when she tilts her head and settles her attention back on her fellow adventurer. "But not bad either... how interesting."

Another low chuckle resonates from her throat. "What are you running from, boy?" Her hands play with the handle of the knives fastened to the outside of her thigh, still unsure whether to take them out or not. But the way she regards the man, like a predator still determining whether it's prey they see or not.




tldr;
- Prompt 15: become possessed by a spirit attempting to return to life.
- To hunt or not to hunt, that is the question

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Her hopes for the new year? Despite the simplicity of the request, Kyrenai had to give it some thought. And when she found her answer, she couldn't help but smile. Maybe she'd grown soft. "I guess reconnecting with my family again. It's been far too long since I last spent some time with them. Whatever else the new year brings, only time will tell."

The other thing she hoped for, or rather, wished for, was in the negative sense of the word. Hoping what she'd seen was merely an illusion. Wishing it would never come back to haunt her. As Penny focused on the small Charcadet, her Hydreigon let out a short cry, warning her of something approaching from their side.

Well and there, a Coalossal soon poked over a nearby ledge, huffing defiantly. Kyrenai smiled again -a different smile- and faced the coal giant, Crux having lowered himself in case the fire-type went on the offensive. Its impending roar was promptly silenced by the Hydreigon's Dragon Pulse, and before it could react any further, a pokéball to silence it permanently; and add it to her team.

Catching Coalossal~

PENELOPE LIVY

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At some point, she'd stopped climbing. One of the smaller peaks overlooking the road leading back to Fallarbor Town had become her chosen resting ground, where she could feel the wind nudging her face that tad bit harder than she could below. It tried to lure her into that false sense of safety, to give in and scream her lungs out against no-one but the wind.

Yet, she couldn't. She didn't even wish to share with the wind what bothered her, and instead sat solemnly, staring at the vast infinity of the Meteor Falls. So much that she hadn't even noticed the subtle little nudge on her arm until a small head had plopped itself on her lap. Kyrenai looked down, staring at the bright, curious eyes of a little Jangmo-o staring back at her.

And then she looked up. This wasn't hers. And neither did it seem to be anyone else's; there were no trainers present nearby, or furhter down either. A wild one?

It nudged her again, trying to crawl on her lap. Like it knew she just needed some comfort despite her fervent denial. The softest of smiles broke through the solemnness, and she gently pet its scaley head. It seemed to like that. "There's more where that came from, little one." she whispered softly, holding out a pokéball. Bumping its little head against the ball, a red glow engulfed it. All she could do was hope the little thing didn't change its mind at the last minute.

Catching Jangmo-o!

Kyrenai Black

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