(ooc:// yess, indeed it is still open!
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"What do you mean?" Isabella demanded, her tails twitching agitatedly. As she watched, the wispy figure looked up with pleading pale orbs that seemed to be streaming tears. She felt a chill, and put one paw around the pendant on her neck, reassuring herself of its presence and warmth.
"It is a wraith, born from past sadness and heartache here. So much pain and darkness has transpired that it has gained the ability to influence the living," he said quietly, speaking the most he had said all evening. He turned his head to glance at the shadowy pillars behind them, knowing that this wraith was not their only visitor. Facing forward again, Benedicto stretched his neck vertically, rearing up to his full height and spread his wings in a menacing manner. "Leave," he growled, his voice echoing in the shadowy cathedral.The wraith snarled at him, then turned pleading eyes back to Isabella.
"Won't.... help....?" it said softly, almost like a sigh. As she watched, the figure morphed into a pale spectre of a Combat Kuhna. "Isabella... help... me," the thing that resembled her brother cried, sensing her weakness.
"Stop!" Isabella shrieked, and without thinking, threw her book at the phantasm. It passed right through the spirit, disrupting its outline. With a piercing scream, the creature's wispy form dissipated into mist and disappeared from the mortals' plane of vision.
[Isabella: 6, Benedicto: 6]