Thread: *Bez Soznaniya Krasa* Mistik Refuge (BurningWillows & Georgie_Leech)

The trip took longer than she expected. They had drove down the highway out of the city, taken an exit onto a single lane road, and then another exit onto an even smaller road. It was midday by the time they reached the third road and Derek slowed so they could read the mailboxes at the start of each turn off that led to another billionaire property. Luckily, even on a road as long as the one they were on, there were only seven turn offs, and out of those there were five that could be seen from the road as small cabins. The other two had longer winding roads, obscuring what lied at the end of each. Derek chose the left one, swearing when they reached the end to find a deserted summer cabin that was overrun with weeds. They turned back, inching forward along the dirt road until they hit the asphalt again. Derek didn't even ask, he just pulled the car into the last turn off, again slowing to avoid hitting any trees. After five minutes of driving the small dirt road opened into a wide clearing, and the first thing that caught Nina's eye took her breath away. It was a huge wooden building, made in an octagonal shape, the natural wood blending in with the dense forest around them. Nina saw the sliver of a river behind the building, and far off there was a tiny cabin nestled on a hill. Here, she chirped, admiring the encampment, He's here. Derek had left ten minutes ago, after waiting twenty minutes as she paced outside of the main doors. He told her he would come back after supper time, giving her another four hours or so to either pick up her courage or hide in the woods. She almost made it up the few steps to the front doors, but in the end it didn't matter. Across the clearing she caught the movement of a small group of people heading towards a trail, a blonde head bobbing at the front, air waving as he explained something trivial. She got her courage then, running into the building at inhuman speed and stopping at the reception desk. Dr. Mor? she asked, pointing out the window towards the group disappearing into the trees. Uh...yes, the girl at the desk looked up from a textbook, confused. Watch, she ordered, handing her purse to the smaller girl and giving her a 'do-not-fail-me' look before bounding out the main doors again, the first prickles of her Change coming down her spine. Taryn Bomani slapped her alarm clock, willing the piercing whistle to turn off. When it didn't she hit it again, harder, but to no avail. What the... she pulled back the covers and blinked in her sleepy haze, trying to see the alarm clock only a foot from her head. The normal bright red lines that displayed the time in her digital clock had grown dark. Dead. Taryn let out a large sigh, turning her attention to the shrill whistle filling her apartment. Sitting up slowly, her head began to pound and she tried to recollect the events of the night before. Had she been drinking? She found her overly large, neon pink cat slippers and strolled to the door, pushing down the bile filling her throat. Flinging it open the whistle only grew louder, and Taryn pinpointed it to the kitchen. As she stepped forward the sound abruptly stopped, like it had been turned off. Bloody smoke detector, a gruff male voice cursed, freezing Taryn in her tracks. Shit! Someone is in my house! There were two options return to her bedroom and hide, or investigate. Of course Taryn chose the latter, keeping low and slowly tip-toeing towards the archway into the kitchen. When she was close enough to not be detected she stopped, focused her energy and stepped into the archway. Bustling around in the kitchen was a half naked man, tall and muscular, with tanned skin and acne down his spine. He turned as she came into view, then continued cooking. He can't see me , Taryn sighed in relief, sneaking back to her bedroom before letting her power go. Being able to become invisible inside of shadows had its perks. When it first started as a teenager it was terrifying standing in any shadows made her disappear and she never knew how to stop it. After a few years she had learnt to control it, and even manipulate it so she could disappear outside of the shadows. Although it was definitely harder, and if anyone took a closer look they'd realized she was there. Her power allowed Taryn to become a kind of smoky shadow of herself when she focused, therefore outside of shadows it was easier to detect her. Not that it helped much. Other than sneaking up on people, she had no good use for her single power yet. Another curse from the kitchen pulled her out of her thoughts and Taryn quickly snatched a pad of paper and pen from on top of her dresser and scribbled a quick note for him. Then she skulked to the ensuite bathroom, stepping into the walk-in shower with it's opal tiles. Leaning against the cold wall she waited for him, listening as he came back into the bedroom and found the note. With another muffled curse he found his clothes, munching on the breakfast he had made. After another few minutes the front door shut loudly, announcing his departure. Thank god, she sighed, turning the water on and letting the hot droplets soak her Egyptian skin, the olive coloring darker from too many days in the sun.