@seraphiimx location: picture a creepy church on the outskirts that's on a hill and probably haunted notes: as promised kisskiss
The music was sweet, a familiar symphony that echoed over the eons that her mind contained. The landscapes changed, the faces, and the motivations: but war was always the same. Overhead the drow had taken the sky, a new age of their conquest had begun, trapped for so many years beneath a layer of mantle it was their turn to blanket the world in night shadow. Poetic, in a way, though Evanuris preferred her feet planted firmly on the ground that had birthed her. The bloodsoaked stones that had fostered the heart of Araushnee's rebellious young handmaiden. Lloth was more than a Goddess to her, the great leader of the Dark Seldarine was her oldest friend.
Beyond the walls of the temple the cries of a city in flames were a familiar comfort. The wails of the ceaseless dead, a Titan on the warpath, the children of the moon - cursed, scorned, and hated - getting their revenge at last. Some were torn apart, only to be reborn, just to be shredded once more in a petty, mutilating game. Death came with a sense of beauty, but it's refusal was quietly poetic.
Evanuris smelled the blood on him before she saw him, she wondered how much he'd learned since they'd last met. "You should be careful of what hides in the shadows." Spoken into the dark, the spider beckoned the viper closer.
