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A dark, seculded place where hardly anyone comes....
There is a rusty black-iron gate that forms the entrence to the cemetery. Most of the tombstones here are weathered and old, and most of the gravesites are choked with weeds. However, if you look close enough, you may find a few fresh graves...

The slim figure of a girl appeared to be sitting beneath the down-cast branches of a weeping willow tree. Her posture appeared calm, refined, yet somewhat solemn in a way. Kate hummed a soft tune under her breath, one quiet enough to match the mood of the cemetery.

Her skin was a striking ivory color, like marble. The girl's angular-shaped face was framed by wisps of equally dark black hair, which contrasted oddly with her pale skin. But not in an unflattering way, more of an exotic one. The irises of her bright crimson eyes glowered in the darkness, focused on nothing in particular.

Kate wrapped her arms around herself for warmth. Around her shoulders was a light green parka, one that had been given to her by a stranger she met a few days ago. Kate let out a soft sigh, finding herself lonely. She was used to being by herself, and wasn't sure why it seemed to bother her now. Yet the cemetery, even though it was a place of mourning for most, provided a calm enviorment for her.

Zoey landed with her black angel wings on top of the cemeterys rusty black-iron gate that was the entrance to the dark misty graveyard. "..." she flew off a few feet away and stood on a dead tree at the verry top "hellooo!!!" she yelled and said to herself "ahh Perpetual Peace is only found in the graveyard..."

Zane tried to open the rusty gate but it was locked so he climbed over and snaged his shirt riping it right down the back. He shruged and walked under the tree zoey was on "why is it that you feel that way? its filled with death and sadness"

Zoey whispered more to herself than to zane "call me dark and
odd but I've always been drawn to cemeteries. Far from feeling gloomy or morose, I find walking among gravestones strangely calming." she took a deep breath and contined talking to herself "Stepping out of the mad rush of life and onto the hushed burial grounds of the dead is like crossing a threshold between worlds." she got silent all of a suden feeling someone else was near.

Kate's head whipped around in the direction where she heard someone shouting. She had come for peace and quiet, not to hear sudden noise. With a soft sigh escaping her lips, Kate hopped up from the tombstone and began to walk over to the stranger who had thrown the fireball. She greeted him with a strangely soft smile, her pale red eyes showing small hints of kindness. "No need to be violent." Her smooth soprano voice said calmy.

"Well, nice to meet you then, Dravo. I'm Kate." She said smoothly and leaned against the side of a crumbling tombstone, the delicate features of her face half-cast over by the shadows. Kate lightly tapped her pointer finger against the side of her leg, appearing as if in thought for a moment. "Ah, so you must be a demon then. Interesting creatures, if I must say." She said, catching the information from when he mentioned 'demon rage'. Kate always found that she was good at picking up little, inconsistant things like this. Her bright red eyes glimmered from the darkness, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Ray walked over to a tombstone and wiped away the dust and dirt from it and sighed then said "why did you have to go and die on me"

"Sympathy for the devil? Well, considering that he made hell his home, I guess I can understand why one would hold sympathy for him." Kate responded to Dravo, her voice light and airy to hold signs of laughter in it. She looked back up at him, her bright red eyes suddenly growing more serious. "No one knows what I am. I don't even know what I am." Kate said. Her soft voice rose and fell like the wind, pulling around the edges to have what appeared to be some slight unknown accent.