outfit

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Marcus had called her in, apparently her services were needed in Bitter Springs, so she'd come. He'd had her flown out in the company jet as she hated public transportation, and also because he could. It was something about big crowds of people that messed up her groove, there was just so much life and joy and it was terribly hard not to be tempted to make life just a little more miserable for a few people. She'd really spent too much time alone at her manor, dabbling with her many projects and ideas. Frankly, it was almost a relief to be somewhere new to work for once.

The witch knew full well that she was supposed to meet Marcus first thing when she came to town, but she decided to do a little sightseeing on her own first, walking through the quieter parts of town. It didn't take her long to stumble into the forest and onto what could only have been the scene of a great battle. The ground was just filled with a familiar energy and she marveled at it, practically skipping through the trees, coaxing the lost spirits of to her side. Tricking them, a joyous laugh escaped her when she captured a few of them to user later.

Listening to the spirits, she followed them to the grave of the alpha and chuckled slightly as she brought his corpse back to life. Antonette watched as the decomposing body dug its way out of the ground and she was face to face with the aggressor in the conflict she sadly hadn't been around to make use of. "I'm looking for someone, show me the way," she ordered, holding out a piece of clothing she'd kept of Marcus's and watched as she was faced with a partly decomposed wolf instead of a man. Following the wolf, she didn't stop to wonder when they took a shortcut out of the woods and into the cemetery. There weren't as many lost souls there as she'd thought there would be. It disappointed her slightly, but she decided to explore anyway, keeping the wolf at her side as she stayed clear of anything even remotely silvery-looking or crosses.

"Why aren't you here?" She asked the wolf curiously. Did the townsfolk not thing wolves deserved a proper burial as well? Not that she minded, it was far easier to manipulate the people who'd died violently and not buried properly.

Casey had honestly thought tonight would have been a calm and boring one like most were. It was too drained in feeling to really go and wonder the graveyard as it normally did, but for now it was sitting atop the stone crypt that acted as its front door to stargaze. The dragon had nearly considered drifted off into a sleep before it suddenly picked up on the feel of magic and the smell of rotting flesh. It could almost feel the strong soul of an Alpha werewolf just begging to be devoured, this making the dragon curious. Jumping down, it found the source and stood some distance from what looked to be a witch and the source of decaying stench.

"What brings you and that mouthwatering soul into my Graveyard?"

It was leaning back on the high fence, golden eyes locked on the intruders. When would people get the picture that you really should just leave the cemetery alone so the dragon could laze around like usual?


outfit

Antonette had expected the cemetery to be deserted, but she was glad that it wasn't. It made things a lot more interesting when she saw the boy standing some distance away asking about her wolf. Being so used to dealing with the dead, she no longer noticed the stench of the wolf that was guiding her on her sightseeing trip to find her employer. The question made her chuckle as she continued to walk at her casual pace, letting the wolf be her guide around the overly religious graves.

"I'm looking for someone, wolfie here is just helping me find my way through this foreign place," she said barely loud enough for the other to hear her. There was no reason to go about shouting, besides, she didn't have anything useful to say so she better not say anything at all really. Then again, her curiosity was peaked at the others interest in her wolf and how it claimed that the graveyard was its.

"I didn't know the cemetery wasn't public property. I'm afraid you can't have the wolf, not this one anyway." Walking up to the other, she placed a hand on it, releasing one of the spirits she'd trapped on the battle field instead. "That one, however, is all yours." Antonette was intrigued by how such an innocent looking boy could make use of a soul like that, but she intended to find out.

"Must be nice, living in a cemetery, so many bodies to reanimate and make do your bidding," she mused, clearly ignorant as to how the other made use of the graves around it. After all, all she could see were endless possibilities for pranks and trouble. "Let's pretty you up a bit before taking you to town, wouldn't want people to get the wrong idea," she mused and made her new pet look almost normal again, even if it was just an illusion. She'd only been in town for about an hour, and she already saw endless possibilities for trouble. Of course, her bags and stuff had been delivered at the address she was headed to, she'd just wanted to find the place on her own more or less, so she could see more of the town before getting straight to business.

Casey just smirked at the girl's statement, standing up straight and letting its eyes and hair turn orange in color. It watched the two intently, not understanding how taking a walk through the cemetery was a good way around an unknown place.

"Maybe you could have just asked a living local. You're clearly just looking for trouble using that rotting beast."

It had gestured a finely manicured claw at the undead wolf standing along side her. Casey suddenly seemed distracted though when the girl released one of the souls she had been carrying. The dragon couldn't help to nearly drool as devouring a soul was just the pick-me-up it needed. Quickly the dragon captured the soul and sucked every last drop of it up, inhaling it for the most part as if it were smoke before giving a satisfied sigh. It regained its composure though when the girl went on it being nice to live in a cemetery and then fixing up the rotting dog to look less undead.

"Oh I find no fun in playing with the dead, I leave that to witches like you to do. Though I will say you won't find a single soul able to use in this graveyard, for I ate them up as soon as i got here."

It gave a chuckle at this, moving closer to the witch now as it sat atop one of the tombs. It looked down at her and the undead wolf, curiosity glittering in the orange color of its eyes.

"Now that you've been as polite as to feed me, what is your name? Most just call me Casey."

It wasn't that the cemetery was the best way to get to where she was going, it was just that that was where the wolf was leading her, following the scent she'd given it. What was being said about looking for trouble though clearly amused the witch as she couldn't help but giggle quite childlike and innocent. "The living is hardly as much fun, besides, who said I wasn't looking for trouble? I could've just let the car take me all the way, but where's the fun in that?" She wasn't going to let go of her pet quite yet, unless a better option presented itself. Sure, she knew the general direction of where she was going to go from the cemetery, and she knew Marcus would absolutely hate it if she brought the wolf all the way to his door.

When she'd released one of her trapped souls for the boy, she watched him rather fascinated as he devoured it entirely. Clearly this wasn't an ordinary human, or a witch for that matter. No, this was something created by dark magic. Maybe that meant they shared more than a fondness of souls.

"Oh I don't need the souls if I'm not resurrecting the dead. Reanimation is far less complicated anyway," she couldn't help but love this creature. He didn't shy away like people usually did when she demonstrated her skills. Not that she did so very often, she'd learned that the hard way. Which was why she'd decided to make the wolf look more normal so at least people wouldn't be as scared once she left the cemetery.

"Well, what's in a name? I go by Carolyn these days, people don't seem to appreciate the name my parents gave me far too long ago for me to still be this young," she chuckled slightly. She did look rather well for a hundred-something if she had to say so herself. "Antonette," she offered with a slight smile. Thinking this creature had a point with the whole wolf thing, she sighed softly. Petting the wolf behind its ears, she looked at Casey. "My employer wouldn't be very happy if I showed up with the wolf, if only I had a place to do away with the poor creature."

Casey could only smirk like a cat at hearing the witch give such an innocent sounding giggle. It honestly didn't suit how the girl paraded around with corpse dogs like she was now. The dragon didn't think about it though as it just stared down at her from its perch on the tomb, watching her more like a predator would than any sort of human.

"You would have been better off just taking the car, I'm not always nice to those that choose to enter this place at night, bribery or not."

It chuckled at saying this, debating on what sort of glamour to use on this girl should it really feel the urge to do so. With the soul recharging its system, the dragon seemed far more lively and alert about everything, including attempting to extract more souls from the dog she had with her.

"Well miss Carolyn, you could always leave that rotting mutt with me, I could always use the extra souls it holds. Bet you got those from the battle field. i got cheated out of being allowed to eat those."

Casey looked to pout like a child at this, showing it was rather greedy when it came to indulging in food sources. One could only eat emotions that were sub-par for so long until needing something more substantial.

There was something sinister about the way Casey said she'd be better off taking the car, but it took more than that to scare her. She was surrounded by graves after all, souls or not, she was amongst friends more or less. She'd yet to meet a recreation of hers that frightened her at this point. Maybe it would be different if someone else started messing with life and death, but so far she was doing just fine.

"If I'd taken the car, I never would've found this lovely creature, now would I?" She chuckled as she continued to pet the wolf behind its ears. Even when it came to pets, Carolyn had found it was far more satisfying to kill them first and make them her own little pets when she needed them for something. Naturally she had long since stopped acquiring living pets as there were only so many kittens you could drown before it got boring. Her curiosity peaked again at the others proposition.

"Now that's just not fair. To be robbed of a feast so grand... The ground is practically humming with all the bloodshed..." Releasing her hold on the wolf, she looked up at Casey. "I can always just go back there..." Her eyes were gleaming with amusement at how eager Casey seemed to be to devour the souls she'd tricked. "Enjoy yourself," she chuckled. If it took giving up her newest pet to be allowed safe passage through the cemetery, she'd gladly give it up. Heck, she could already imagine ways to make life a little more interesting for Casey.

"I'm sure you'll find I can be quite useful when it comes to manipulating anything dead, but it's hardly fair that you know my gifts without me knowing anything about you other than our common love for souls."

Casey couldn't help to laugh at her claiming the rotting mutt as a lovely creature. The dragon had never found a fancy for the empty shells of creatures, it was only interested in them when they had souls or were able to feel emotions. It liked that the woman thought that its contractor was being unfair keeping a battlefield of souls away from it, seeming to gain a liking for Carolyn just from that aspect.

"Finally someone that sees my point on the matter. Everyone else thinks my contractor was right for not feeding me but come on! this place has been dry of souls for nearly 50 years now, and she keeps taking the souls of the new dead away from me before I can get my teeth into them. Its maddening really. how does she expect me to stay alive if all i get to eat is grief?"

Casey was just yammering on for a moment, sounding like an upset child for the most part. It perked up in interest though at the other starting to ask what it could do. A cheshire grin stretched its face as its hair and eyes turned vibrant green. It hopped off the tomb it had been sitting on, already starting to call its glamour into focus all over the graveyard.

"Oh but I don't think you'd like to know of what I can do. Being a curious little witch isn't always good you know. I will tell you though that when I'm around nothing is as it seems. Like say this place, looks like any old cemetery correct? Guess again."

Casey didn't even move as the graveyard turned into a bright and sunny field covered in pillow soft snow. One could feel the softest of breezes even though every inch of it was created using its power. Why not start off with something nice then work into dark and scary?

It was highly unfair to keep someone dependent on souls away from them, especially in battle where such skills could be quite useful. Carolyn herself wished that Marcus had called her in earlier so she could've been a part of the battle and had her own amusement with it, but as it was she could still make use of the remains left after the townsfolk had been claimed. "Good thing for you then that I'm sticking around for a bit. I have a people to poison, work to be done, nothing like a fresh, untainted soul to drain," she chuckled. Obviously their use of the souls differed, more often than not Carolyn didn't need the actual soul just the life force of the human. The souls were just added bonuses.

The witch watched rather fascinated as the graveyard turned into a bright and sunny field covered with such soft snow. Picking up a handful of snow, she tossed it in the air and giggled again. "That's pretty neat," she said, seeming almost normal for a moment out of pure amusement and joy at the pretty snow. It had been a really long time since she'd allowed herself simple joys like this, she really had been doing her best to keep busy and she actually quite enjoyed her work.

"Nothing is ever as it seems anywhere, Casey. I haven't seen snow in decades," she mused and picked up so more to toss innocently at the dragon.

Casey just watched how Carolyn reacted to what it had created, its smirk getting wider as it watched her start to play with the snow. It just chuckled at what she had stated about its own words before some of the snow was thrown at it. Its eyes looked to flicker in brightness as it let the snow roll off of its jacket before started to morph everything again. Its glamour was thickly coated in the air before everything seemed to become dark again. they were back in the graveyard but there were blobs of what looked like black tar about, starting to slither and move closer to them.

"Now that was just a light and fluffy warmup, but I can also make anything you could possibly want be right at your fingertips. lets say...more rotting pets?" It smirked as it made the blobs turn into various animals at different levels of decay, each trying to move closer to Carolyn to get her affection.
"Or maybe you have a more...sensual desire?"
A snap of its fingers and everything changed again, turning them from rotting pets to gorgeous men and women all smiling and standing where they had appeared.The dragon couldn't help to find this entertaining in its own mind as it folded its arms.

"My powers just have so many uses sometimes I don't even know where to start."

Carolyn was enjoying the snow so much she reminded herself to make a trip to snowy lands at least once a year from now on, if only to watch it. It was truly a shame how she hadn't seen the pretty little snowflakes in so long. She had almost forgotten how to have fun with normal, more innocent things and pouted slightly when the snow disappeared. The brunette could actually feel the magic in the air before everything turned dark again. It took her a moment to adjust from the bright sunny light to the night time, wondering what all the black blobs were.

She actually squealed though when the blobs turned into various animals. Just as she was about to reach out and pet one of them though, the scene changed and to the most beautiful people she'd ever seen. Sure, she loved pretty people just as much as the next girl, but she scowled at the dragon anyhow. "That's not fair," she whined. Moving over to one of the creations, Antonette looked at Casey from around the man standing in front of her. "It would be so easy to poison them if they were real," she mused and placed her hands on the man's shoulders, making him fade to nothing but dust on the ground. A chuckle escaped her as she moved to another creation and slowly made it crumble like old stone.

"Well, it's a good thing you have an eternity to find new uses for it then, isn't it? To be a mere mortal would be absolutely boring." She wasn't really paying attention to what her pet was doing with all this until he brought back a necklace it had dug up somewhere. Reaching out to grab it, Antonette hissed and quickly tossed it to the ground. A filthy, silver cross. Angry with whomever had lost it, she ordered the wolf to bury it before she examined her hand. It had turned a nasty shade of red already and she made sure the wolf wouldn't move again. "Who the fuck loses a necklace in a graveyard," she muttered and placed her hands in her pockets. She needed to have someone look at that later.

Casey just chuckled at how Carolyn liked the rotting animals more so than the fake humans it created. The dragon stayed where it was, letting the witch make the glamour created humans turn to dust, some just leaning into the touch and letting themselves fall apart. It could only smirk i agreement at talk of having so long to find new means for using its glamour magic. The dragon thought things were going well enough that it could get closer to the witch when she hissed and threw whatever the rotting wolf had dug up away from her. Hair and eyes turned red as the dragon jumped atop one of the tombs, hissing at the silver cross on the ground.

"Get that out of my graveyard!"

The dragon wasn't sensitive to the silver it was made from but it was the fact that it was a cross that had it freaking out. It could feel the old burn scar on its neck just itch from seeing a cross again, having removed every single one off the headstones and tombs that were in the cemetery. The dragon didn't need such things in its domain to hurt it, it got enough holy relic torture when Dahlia was mad.

She couldn't help it, her fascination for dead things overpowered her love for beautiful people. Especially when placed so close together like Casey had just done. It was highly amusing to disintegrate the creations though and more so that the dragon let her. It amused her to no prevail that the some of the creations leaned into her touch and let themselves be disintegrated.

After tossing the necklace away, it was obvious Casey couldn't stand the cross either. Bringing the wolf back to life, she picked up the necklace again, biting her lip as it burned into her flesh, she gave the necklace back to the wolf with clear orders. Once the necklace was well out of the graveyard, she called the wolf back and buried her hand into it's chest and pulled its heart out, releasing the souls she'd trapped within the creature. She had planned on sending the alpha to a better place when she was done with him, but after a stunt like that, he didn't deserve to be allowed to move on. No, the mischievous alpha deserved to be devoured by the dragon for hurting her like that.

"I didn't know," she said quietly and rubbed her hand to try to stop the burning sensation. She'd be red for days now, and it hurt like hell still. Both the silver and the cross itself had burned into her skin and it would take time for it to heal and go away. Showing Casey the burns on her hand, she shuddered as it started to swell up around the indentation the cross had left. "One of the downsides to what I do. Apparently playing with death is a very unholy thing, especially if it keeps a person young for a long time." She chuckled slightly, before she picked up some cold dirt to try to cool her hand down one way or another. Right now was a terrible time not to have an elemental alignment or she would've used magic to make it better. Sadly, healing had never come naturally to her.

Casey didn't calm down until it watched the wolf returned from wherever outside of the cemetery it had hid the cross. Red faded back into orange as it smiled, looking as if nothing had made it upset at all.

"You knew no better, just a warning though, next time something of yours brings one of those awful things into my cemetery, you'll be paying the price for it."

The smirk on its face could have been taken as a joke of sorts but if one knew the dragon well, it was never one to joke on such matters. It noticed how the girl's hand was blistered from the cross, though after she had killed her own rotting wolf for its actions, it could go ignored for the most part by the dragon. Casey just listened to what she was saying about being young and unholy, but was a little more entertained by catching and consuming the souls that she had released moments ago.

"Well that just means you chose to have such a burning from holy objects. I however am unable to change it. Being what I am, might as well damn any earth or person I come across."

It chuckled at this before eating one of the souls, leaving the rest for later. It didn't want to seem too much like a pig with eating.

Yet again the other knew exactly how to tickle her curiosity and this time it wasn't such a good thing. How would it punish her for something she didn't even know was dangerous for it until now? "Well, I'll bear that in mind, though I can't help but to wonder what exactly the price for such an indiscretion would be. I'm terribly curious by nature and feeding that curiosity is never a healthy thing," she chuckled, not doubting for a moment that the dragon was serious about its threat.

Carolyn shook her head at what was said next about her having made a choice not to tolerate holy relics. "It wasn't much of a choice really, I was young, inexperienced and taught by a woman who thought youth and beauty were the only two things worth striving for. By the time I learned about the consequences for my craft it was already too late. I knew too much about death and the afterlife to stop, especially since I know only too well I'd end up wandering the earth for eternity, unable to interact with anyone. Eventually being devoured by someone like yourself or used by someone like myself," she shuddered as Casey devoured one of the souls she'd released from the wolf. It was true though, she hadn't know what she was getting herself into when she was just starting out.

"It's not that bad I suppose... Especially when crossing paths with vampires on a rampage as they make excellent servants," she smirked slightly at the thought. Over the years, when she'd wanted the company of someone a little less fragile she'd been able to reverse the roles and make the vampires her pets rather than the other way around. It sure beat the hell out of being enslaved to them like a lot of witches were for various reasons. Sure, she worked for a vampire now, but Marcus really had helped her a lot when she was younger so she figured she sort of owed it to him to return the favor. Plus he said he might need her to use her powers on his fledgelings in the future and that wasn't an opportunity she was able to pass up.