::Sifting through old texts::

[Nieheine]

::She was looking for a particular book. What she wasnt sure about, but when she found it she would know it was the right text. Niehiene had spent a long time training in other places, surviving the freezing cold because her body no longer felt the chill, the silent plains which held no life. Places of which she could never have set foot on or lived on if she had been mortal. Many ways of life had been seen, different cultures between inferior and superior species. But one question burned in her mind. Why? Was there a balance. She wanted to understand life now that she stood outside of it. Wanted to see how it worked and she had eternity to learn.

More so, she must start being taught by her master the ways of the Shrine, she had returned little than an hour ago, and no matter how long she was away from the Shrine she would always return. Nieheine had been a wanderer in life and little had changed in that prospect. She wanted to watch life's history, it's social changed and the circular web it spun around the living with interest.

There was a very large pile of books, three stacks in fact that had to be put away, in which she would do when she had found what she came for, or had run out of books in this section of the bookcase to search. Her eyes ran quickly over the brown faded leather book's pages. No, not what she wanted.
Nine ailes and not one book.

Her eyes settled on an ancient book, among lesser ancient books in the aile and she carefully took it out.
The dust went into the air and settled onto the ground as she wiped away more dust off the decaying cover carefully. OPening it she heard the pleasant sound of old pages bending and the smell of aged paper that reminded her of someone she used to know. Her soft voice sang the old texts words that might not have been read aloud for years upon years.::

And thus we brang forth the sacrifice, a youngling of the ardent kind, and the honoured blade of Odin pierced his flesh. Again we were become of the blessed, and were the honoured of Odin's worshippers....Perfect.

::Half smiling Nieheine took the book and put it to the side, proceeding to put the other books away. She had found what she was looking for.::

[Nieheine]

::The beginnings of a God, the beginnings of a civilization. She had no desire to become a God, but as interested in how the ideas were implanted into a whole society and how one could fool so many others. There were simple answer yet there were hard ones that were not so easy to define. The nature of acceptance, the nature of survival, the nature of strong minds and personalities. A civiliation forgotten in the becoming of time passing. She stood after replacing the books of which she peered at for a few more seconds than necessary and made her way to a lone table in the centre of the library.::

[MiHalla Dashquei]

MiHalla watched the woman with great interest, and stifled a sneeze as a big waft of dust flew over to her. She had a feeling that she was of Vampire kind, and more advanced in the ways of the Sith than she was. She slipped back into the shadows, not really likeing the decor of the library. \

She wanted something darker, more bleak.

She reached deep into the recesses of her robe, and pulled out a knife, throwing at the nearest lightglobe, plunging the room into darkness.

"Much better," she purred, lighting a single candle, and taking a very old volume off the shelf. "At least I might be able to see now."

[Nieheine]

::The oldest civilisition in the library offered information about was interesting indeed. Cannibles, murderers with no real sense of government and primative in the most basic concepts.
They had daily slaughters of the most discriptive detail and these descriptions proved to be much entertainment, however perversly disgusting. The jedi certainly wouldnt like these people, and they would probably have looked at the jedi as meals. The text started to describe the particular method of skinning the victim and then annointing their naked insides with burning oil, but her senses were disrupted as the peace in the air wavered.
The noise of something being destroyed alerted the vampire to the direction of the noise and she peered at it for a few seconds then, pulling a red strand from her long hair she marked the page she was up to.::

Would there be anyone in this lonesome library?

[MiHalla Dashquei]

MiHalla felt the threatning presence of another vampire in the general vincinity, and bared her teeth, protectecting a rat which she was devouring, looking around with her slitted purple eyes, looking for signs of movement.

[Nieheine]

::Nieheine stood and put the book down gently. She felt another...another mind? She could not read it's thoughts but felt it's emotions instead. That is a strange thing...Nieheine decided to explore that part of herself later. The emotion was alert and protective and so Niehiene simply stood at the stairs to the bookshelves.::

I will not intrude if one does not wish to be disturbed, but rest assured I mean no harm. This is a library not a battlefield.

::With that she turned back ot the centre of the library to return to her study.::

[MiHalla Dashquei]

MiHalla smiled, and got up from her hiding place.

"Honorable words, friend. Care for a Rat?"

She held one out, still live and squealing in her outstreached hand. It would help to gain a few allies here, in her quest to forge a new Sith alliance.