Warmth.

It filled his body the moment she moved him into the cabin. It invaded every fiber of his being, it sparked the fire back into his soul. However, that flame was short lived, sputtering out into the pitiful embers it always was nowadays. His eyes cracked open ever so slightly as he looked at the wooden ceiling. Confusion struck him for a moment as he noticed the flickering light coming from his right, the ghostly man slowly turning his head to gaze into the flames, the rest of his body almost motionless. They danced, small yet nimble, along the logs fueled those wisps of hungry freedom. The ghostly man envied those carefree ribbions of heat, existing in a great and dangerious beauty before dieing quietly in solitude. Between the constant noises the flames made, he suddenly became aware of breath that was not his own and he looked down past his feet to see a young woman staring at his intently, his eyes meeting her own. They were filled with something his lacked, passion, a spark that drove the human mind, body, and soul. He moved his head slowly so he was once again staring at the ceiling, thinking on what to do before ever so slowly working his way up to a sitting position. He first propped himself up on his elbows before pushing off and sitting up, next turning over onto his knees and coming to his feet, his clothes damp from the water that was once snow covering it from earlier. He turned to face the woman, looking at her once more before moving to a small wooden chair in the corner of the room and grabbing it, placing it a few feet from the fireplace and directly facing it. Once seated he stared into it once more, not issuing her even a thank you for her efforts, they were in vain anyways. "..." His voice was silent for the longest time as he became still like a statue, the image of the fire reflected in his light blue eyes, but eventually he spoke, both sudden and swift. "Why did you bring me here?" His voice, sorrowful yet errily calm, seemed to fill the room, an indication he had frequently spoke to large groups in his past. His gloved hands were resting just above his knees now, his sight never leaving the flames.


OOC: It's great, thank you for joining! Uhh, no, play her how you'd like, but the directon of the rp... He becomes attached to her throughout their ordeal, then he decides to follow her. His side of the story will entail some very knowledgeable nutjob wanting his immortality, but he doesn't give it to him because he knows the man is horribly evil. Death and destruction ensue. We could also follow what your character is doing overall, iunno....

Do you know what it's like...?

Can you imagine what it's like...?

To be offered power beyond your wildest dreams.....

The only price; your most precious possession.

For me, I believed that the price was fair, that there was nothing they could take from me I'd miss....

But they took her


That day a cold storm swept the lands, such weather that had been absent for thousands of years. The frost engulfed everything in the wild, the whipping wind reminding any living thing outside the feelign of pain, the raging blizzard seeking to bury life itself beneath a desert of astounding white, everything but the one man who dared to cross the fields this day. His pitch black coat covered his muscular body almost entirely, or would have were it not for the wind, the clothing obviously unsuitable for this weather. The man seemed unshaken by the extreme danger he was in, no fear filled his eyes, only an empty longing and a veil of regret. He drifted through the whiteness like a ghost, his destination and his beginning too far apart to be seen nor told, his only purpose being to put one foot in front of the other until the end. However, life has a strange way of twisting around your desires to offer something diffrent, to those with endless life, it could throw the world at you all at once. The ghostly man suddenly stopped moving, his form completely motionless much like a statue, as something strange come into his sight. It was a thin trail of smoke from a nearby forest, too small to be a wildfire, but it was a signal of life in this barren landscape. No doubt some traveller thought wise to take shelter beneath the trees to avoid much of the storm, but a blizzard like this, it was a bad idea. All it took was a strong breeze and enough snow to bury a man alive could come raining from the branches, the ghostly man running these thoughts through his mind before changing his course for the smoke. Something about it... Drew him, called to him, beckoned to the ghostly man like the sirens of Greece, something he couldn't ignore.

That lonely figure eventually reached the edge of the frozen forest, his eyes coming to the beautiful frost that coated everything, making the trees shine like diamonds even in the dull light. He pulled himself into the darkness of the forest, moving through the power with the precision of an experienced hunter and tracker, the ghostly man not making a single move to disturb the trees in any way. His trek was quick and graceful, the man eventually coming upon a horribly elegant sight. Before him, huddled together in front of a dead fire, was a family of three. The father hugging both his wife and daughter in an effort to keep warm, but they must have frozen during the night in their sleep, preserved until the sun shone once more. The ghostly man felt numb, a feeling he'd grown accustomed to over the years, his next movement taking him right past the grim sight, leaving those people as they were. Death was not his buisness, not since that day nearly five hundred years ago, not since he'd been robbed of his love and cursed with immortality, cursed to watch everything rot away around him....

The blizzard had increased in intensity over the next few hours, the ghostly man keeping his eyes closed to avoid the blinding glare of the snow, though his travels soon stopped once more. He glanced around slowly, seeing he'd arrived in some kind of village, though it was clearly abandoned. Nothing but the spirits of the frozen wandered here now, them and the man that couldn't die, his mouth emitting a silent sigh as he took a few more steps. Upon the fruth he suddenly stopped once more, then with a softness not present in a normal person, he fell foward into the snow, his eyes closed in an unwaking sleep as he awaited for the snow to overtake him and his blood to freeze. He could not die, but he didn't have to live either.....