Isha walked alongside the group or perhaps it was a party, after all, soon enough there would hardly be any of them left by the time they reached the mountain if at all.
Every step she took told a story that repeated itself in a thousand different ways, creatures with powerful bodies lived and died her both above ground and below it.
She knew of millions of names now each one varying from the primitive instinctual sounds of the animals to the stage taps of the insects and despite the elder's frustration names spoken in the grunting voices of the humans and their shorter kin.
She had been born inside the vault, the only reason she even knew something else existed was because of the memories her elders had projected into her mind.
Even now she could savor the flavors in the air, and the sensations carried by the animals around her.
She could sens the griffins in the sky and how excited they felt while they flew in the sky, a thousand miles away a Human barbarian was mating with several women that shared his excitement.
A dragon feasted upon the corps of another dragon that dared to challenge it for control of its flock, massive serpents waged war with rat-like beings that weren't native to this realm.
She tasted the surprise, fear and lust the Monkey\ Humans had as she passed by them, she relished on the sensation as she felt their eyes trace every part of her body and tried to imagine how she looked without them.
Her heartbeat faster with every human shocked by the realization that she even existed and their surprise upon seeing who was accompanying her.
She would have continued dancing but chose to take a more dignified path, as she felt her senses flare when those around her noticed the Perpetual that accompanied her.
Oh, how sweet these sensations felt, but she knew the dangers of exes, she had allowed herself to bath in these sensations for a brief moment without control and that thing had been drawn to her.
She had never known the horrors of she who thirsts, no for her the fear was that of death and undeath, the whispers of the weeping goddess or god that called to all Eldar souls.
The elders told her how a large group of them tried to create the god\ goddess but only succeeded in creating anew horror upon the universe, at first things seemed to go well but that only happened because the go\ goddess had been partially awakened.
The dead rose and those dying were locked in their bodies.
She like the others that joined her in experiencing the outside, were pure Eldar, meaning that unlike those before them they had no previous lives, meaning that when they died, they would not be locked in prisons of their own making, where a single soul was forced to kill every other version of itself until one came out on top.
The soul or personality would have control of all of the skills and collective powers of its previous selves, but it could and would never be alive again.
No, death true death was reserved for those who were lucky and vanished into the realm of souls, to a paradise that was said to exist somewhere only the saints knew about.
Again another specter fearing the soul of a dead person passed by them, her companions were completely unaware that the creatures were constantly present, and that the ones that allowed themselves to be sen were simply fitting a quota of some sort.
She wondered why the specters completely ignored her and even ignored the elders back in the town, the creatures completely dismissed their existence as if they weren't important.
The only time a creature lingered around her group of companions was to look at the Player as the people called him and push some sort of fire into the body of the perpetual.
One of the creatures stopped and turned to look at her as if sensing her thoughts.
"You are touched by death, but not death, exes, and complete emptiness" it said before looking into her eyes, she did her best to ignore it, after all, no one else could see it.
"The choice is yours, a flame for your time of passing, it's up to you if you use it, even his fire will burn out one day and not return," it said as it handed her a blue flame, that somehow took the shape of something the humans called a candle.
She refused to acknowledge the creature and somehow it seemed as if it had smiled at her, despite not having a face to do so, then it vanished, it was as if it didn't particularly care about her choice, even though she had just made it.
They would reach the town by nightfall if they continued at their current pace, she could already see it, but judging bu how her companions felt, she knew that only Kirito and herself were aware of the location of the town.
She extended her will and began to taste the blood would felt as it took the first bite of its prey, she relished on the hot blood that ran down her snout and the tickling sensation as its fur met her own.
She stopped herself, she was becoming the wolf, no she had to keep control, she had to always keep control less she loses herself to excess.