Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141012162512/@comment-5583506-20141016010945

''Myling Frost-Song... Rowan Autumn-Arrow...''

It had been a while since he had lost track of them. The last place he had sensed Myling's presence had been around the tundras surrounding Whiterun, but now they seemed to have vanished. It wouldn't be long before he was back on track though. The miserable ghost girl left behind her all sorts of unnatural energies... originating from her emotions... They were filled with all sorts of strange emotions. Sadness, anxiousness, shyness and... love? He wished he had lungs so that he could have laughed at the phenomenon called "love". He had never known it, not even during his lifetime.

It didn't matter what she felt though. She would be where she belonged and he would return to the world of the living. It was only fair. Her death had been nothing but a tragic accident, she belonged with the dead. His unlife however occurred after his natural death. That wasn't fair! Why would he, who had lived a long and prosperous life only to die quietly in his sleep, be cursed with this form? While she whose life had been cut short in her youth and taken from her by force be granted the eternal rest? He wouldn't allow it. He would claim her soul for the Void.

The emotions she left behind were strong enough to keep him fed and sustained, but it wasn't enough to bring back his body. He needed her... All of her... But her fragile little soul would probably not be enough to resurrect him. He would have to feed on the male Nord as well, seeing his soul as strong and full of promise. The only question was how he was going to make sure that he died. He couldn't interact with the mortal realm yet, save for unlives like Myling.

He had during the past centuries fed upon the souls of countless dying men and women, never granting them their eternal rest, since he had been robbed of his. He was almost complete now. He could almost remember his own name. That name people had been calling him approximately a thousand years ago.

''Nyanlacarmon... ''He said with his numb voice. ''That was my name... I believe... Strange what the tearing of one's soul might do... Never being able to fully comprehend your own memories. Is this what it feels like for that little bitch Myling as well?''

He shrugged and travelled through Labyrynthian, feeling her presence once again.

''Probably... I can see all her memories... Her memories of her beloved fiancé Vilgot... She probably doesn't even remember his name I reckon... And with that Rowan around her I strongly doubts she would want to... She was always an absintminded girl, that one. Her thoughts always drifting from one place or another. A dreamer... Much like my own daughter... Her name and face slips away from me everytime I try to picture her. It was so long ago...''

''How could the gods abandon me?! All I wanted was to bring her back because they had taken her from me! Apparently bringing loved one's back was a crime in their eyes and I was repayed with this cursed entity?!''

His anger settled as his mind started to focus on the hunt again.

''Soon... just need... a few souls more... Myling... Rowan... Frost-Song... Autumn-Arrow...''