A/N: This crossover makes a lot of assumptions about a character that is rather nebulous in lore, CrossBreed Priscilla. So take note that there will be much contention about some things, think of this as an AU!Priscilla if it helps you stomach it. The same can be said about Tabitha. I'll try to keep her as close to canon as I can, but once again, canon can go **** itself sometimes, so AU!Tabitha if it makes you feel better.
How much time has past since I last spoke to one that can respond in kind? Was it not long ago that one man, known simply as the Chosen Undead passed through my realm? I am not sure why I think so fondly of that man. His words were curt, tired, yet I felt a deep sense of determination behind them. He spoke of his mission, his intrusion upon me simply an accident, a brief detour forced upon him by chance. Not once did I feel any note of hostility in him, he observed my warnings with almost shocked attention. It turned out I was one of the first beings not of his kind that met him with honest words and no hostile intent of my own, so he responded in kind. Before diving from the plank to leave me be, he handed me a doll. I recognized this item with bitter memories, yet how was he to know of this? It was this small act of innocent kindness, as bitter it was, that sparked something within me. I had felt a smile, weak but genuine, twitch upon my face for the first time in ages.
Somehow, I miss that man. I wonder if he still lives, if he accomplished his goals. Even now as I stand idle on this cold stone and snow, I look past that plank and daydream of the outside world. I wonder just how much it has changed, for better or worse. Has he plunged it into darkness? Or has he rekindled the warmth of the world? I wonder, it is only but a few steps for me to the end of that plank. Shall I plunge into that chasm as he had to the outside? Dare I violate my exile?
I take a single step, the snow crunching beneath my bare foot. I shift the weight of my scythe, from my shoulder, clutching it to my chest. Another step, this time a brief tap upon hard stone floor. Can I really do this? My heart is beating so fast in my nervousness. I nod to myself in reassurance, certainly I can follow in his footsteps. One more step taken, I quietly hiss at the wind buffering my face as I reach the open air surrounding the base of the plank. I've chosen right, I'm sure, I will follow him. With eyes closed and breath held, I take up a sprint as he did, preparing myself for the weightless decent that awaits me. Just as my feet bid farewell to the stone that had been beneath them, I was hit by a flurry of snow, the wind carrying unrecognizable whispers. The sense of weightless falling was replaced by a curious pulling sensation.
The force of my landing was strong, laying me prone upon my stomach, my scythe slide before me as I bring my arms to shield my face from the impact. Immediately I am flushed of my chill by a comforting warmth spread across my back. My front lay upon a softness I haven't felt before, it was so unlike the snow and stone I was accustomed. When I force my eyes open as I bring my face up and forward I am blinded by a brightness foreign to my clouded grey domain.
The first thing I notice as my eyes adjust, the vivid green that surrounded me. Odd, I do not remember Anor Londo having such verdant fields. Second was the strong ambience of magic that hung in the air, such a thing had only ever accompanied freshly cast sorceries, but this was too strong, too consistant. Finally, a human? Was a living human truely standing before my prone body? A human without the curse of the Dark Sign at that! I can sense no sign of the hallowing that can always be felt within an Undead, regardless of the wits about them. She, I assume by her scent, was rather diminutive and distinctly...blue? Perhaps a child? The look upon her face was subtle yet somehow screamed to me, unbridled curiousity and wonder. As my eyes further focus in the light I finally notice more humans. They were taller but wore the same garb as the diminutive blue girl. Their hair and eyes touched the entire spectrum of color, there faces also filled with curiousity, though not the same. It was tinged heavily in fear and confusion.
In my observations I almost did not make a certain key revelation about my situation. Was this truely Lordran? At this thought my tail twitched heavily without my input, surprising the little humans. Gasps and murmurs of confusion surrounded me. I could not understand a word. My eyes widen...Oh my... what have I gotten myself into...