Senescence knew something was different from the moment she awoke that morning. Perhaps it was the fact that the tree she'd been sleeping in, a large pine tree that obscured the view of others from her, had suddenly withered and died. Branches were brittle and cracked, every needle on the tree dead and fallen to the ground, showering the area in rust color and shed twigs from the blackened trunk.

One step, and the branch below her shattered, the Proxy sent tumbling down towards the ground. And yet, for some reason, her mind simply wandered, the forces bent to her will, and her body transformed into something that could not easily be explained, except to say that her mere presence stank of death, that the living things around her died as she fell, and by the time she reached the ground, the force of death rippling back into her normal frame, like a costume being put on and zipped up, unharmed, dead things littered the ground around her.

Birds were dead and the leafless trees had darkened as though they'd been dead a hundred years or more, despite the life having been in them a moment before. Even the very buildings surrounding them seemed more desolate, as though the very stones that made them up had given up their strength, decaying at an increasingly rapid pace.

It was a curious thing, she noted, but at the same time, she was very acutely aware of this being her doing. She could feel it, the forces of death that rested in everything, a dark force that loomed in the background of even the most lively creature and pretty flower. Curiously, she didn't feel much different. Well, that wasn't entirely true. The changes were subtle, but certainly there. Things like eating or sleeping didn't feel like necessity, and though she'd long stated that the only true mercy was death, to be able to feel it was an entirely different thing. It was like a veil had been lifted once more, and she could see, could feel on a whole new level.

She didn't think much of it as she walked, simply letting her power roam, and everything, everyone, in the vicinity died. But eventually, she did get bored of that, and reigned in the power, oblivious to the fact that her eyes were no longer the same as they once were. They were true, bloody crimson, and impenetrable darkness rippled across them, leaving her eyes blank and soulless when she used her powers.

Maybe she'd test the limits later.