It was hot, from the moment our eyes opened the heat struck us. Even in the seclusion of Tormented Souls it was hot, odd as it seemed the wrong time of the season for such weather to be a burden, and yet ... we didn't care, many things were off these days. Many things needed to be reconsidered. Beads of sweat gathered above our eyes, rolling down our mahogony face, you were unusually quiet today. I suspected it was because you disliked the hot weather. Something i could only agree with, i much perfer it cold than atrotiously hot.

We walked, the macabre movement which had been perfected over the years, there was a smirk etched upon our lips as we followed her scent. Soul Train, we never could really decide why we were bound to her, for ours was a bond that did not come from romance or lust, none of those emotions played a part. Ours was one of recognition, that we were essentially the same creatures, one of few who could withstand the torment that the Souls here gave us. It was an odd bond, but it worked.

"Lo Soul Train."

My voice was cracked, an icy hiss escaping to form the words. For as much as the day was hot my voice was cold. It always was. You were silent for once, i wondered if you were 'resting'.