It had been a few days since Lenores mind was restored, and Dorisa was never far from her daughters side. She was so glad to see her daughter smiling and hear her laughter. It brought back many memories of years gone by. Days that Dorisa missed and longed for. She wasn't past her prime yet, she could still concieve a child, yet, at the same time, there was something freeing in the life she led now. She had so many options infront of her. She could don the colours of the rosey dawn, she could retire wih her daughter, or she could continue as she is: a wanderer, with no real destination.
No, she couldn't.
"If there is anything I can do to help with regards to this Forsaken One and Shattered Throne I will."
She could pursue that, it seemed that her destination for now would surely end up being Hazlan. Cherakael, the shadow demon who was now bound to her daughter, seemed to want her to go there, even stating that he would show her the lands in her sleep. Could she persue such a thing, and still don the colours of the Morning Lord?
"You'd look good in rosey dawn." Dumitru had said with a smile. He seemed to want her to as he put it 'show on the outside, what she has become inside', but had she really changed inside? Daily she struggled not to stray, she had been given life after that execution for a reason, deep down she knew the reason, and it terrified her. She felt a calling, and she knew what it was, such drastic change frightened Dorisa.
With all the stress she was under, it was no wonder that she turned to drinking, but only when she needed to calm her nerves, or dull pain. Sometimes to suppress certain thoughts that stirred deep inside her mind. Memories of her dark path, fond memories. The things she had done, the things she had enjoyed doing. Vile things, wretched things that she paid for in death. It was not until after her execution that she was reunited with her daughter, saved Lenores soul and restored her mind, she even managed to make it so the restless dead leave her be. Although at the cost of a useless, powerless demon being bound to her, but you can't always get everything solved at once.
Dorisa reclined on the bed, letting herself drift off to sleep, into her nightmares and dreams, in hopes of a restful sleep. Many thoughts raced through her mind, and this night, not even the alcohol in her system seemed to quiet them. Zachary, and the vampire elf Laine, her daughter and the Cherakael, Augustine, Monica, many faces flashed through her mind, the faces of those whom she was concerned for. Like her half Vistani mother, Dorisa wanted to flee from it all, to run and leave it behind. It would not be the first time she had done such.
Although Dorisa refuses to speak of it, in those dark years of her life, a spark of love drove her. She delved into the criminal world for a man. Raphael, that is the name she knew him by. In her youth Dorisa had been ruthless and wild. Upon one job, she and Raphael worked together. It was not the first, but it would be the last.
They were to smuggle in some opium from a contact in Dementlieu. When they reached the contact they were greeted at gun point. Though both tried desperately to talk down the man, it soon became clear that he was adament about shooting them. It seemed all the man wanted was the money, he had no drugs. The lunatic fired a warning shot near them, reloading as he demanded to know who had the money.
Young, and afraid, this is when Dorisa betrayed Raphael, leading to his death. His expression of fear and rage haunted her dreams. It was clear that in his dieing moments he hated her. Dorisa did not look back as she fled. Hate is a powerful emotion, and as Dorisa knew, it can cause a spirit to remain, sometimes such hatred can even create a wight. Perhaps that is what killed her that night, years later. The cause of her ruby red hair, to suddenly grey over night. To this day Dorisa pondered at what happened that night, but it always remained a blurr. Maybe it was better that way.
