[ARPC] Shadow Boxing

[Cinnamon Cherrywhip]

CC was pissed off - as usual - when she was sent to the damn shadow realm. This wasn't where she was supposed to be - ever. What made it even more galling was the fact that she didn't even know why she was here in the first place. She'd done nothing wrong, and there was no reason for this heap of **** to have been dumped on her again! So she was back to her usual tricks, venting her anger on all of those little ghosts and wraiths around her. She didn't care if they were vampires from the past, or vampires from the current - they were objects upon which she could spew her annoyance and anger, her outlet and avenue for all her hatred.

One after the other she fell upon the spirits of the realm, taking into her some of their essence and strength to help herself strengthen and heal. Some vanished from sight without a trace, maybe a scream or a weak attempt at retaliation. Then there were others, ones who seemed brighter and stronger, who didn't vanish and remained afterwards. She scoffed at them, but left to find others, guessing that if she hung around, she'd simply have the favour returned to her in spades!