Shadows swell, void spills to the floor and as it roils across, creeping ever more closely a myriad of whispers, all speaking at once, fills the air before her. A vibrant ultraviolet eye peers out from the veil of shadows. Slowly a second image pierces the veil, bright gold and queerly bisected at the iris that stares into her being. A tune eclipses the whispers “ I've got no strings So I have fun I'm not tied up to anyone They've got strings But you can see There are no strings on me.”
What was it about back alley’s that felt like home? She couldn’t quite put a polished finger on it, but it’s disarray and wet quality only made her think of the sewers.. or the catacombs of Undercity “when was the last time I was there?” she softly laughed out to herself. Her lips sucked in on the end of a hand rolled joint, palm lit, curls of smoke spider webbed around those angled cheeks before an exhale plumed into the sky above.. It was only after her 3rd hit that those fel’ed eyes picked up on the intrusive void. The whispers had her flicking the ash off the end of her joint before she rested it lazily upon her black lips and begin to push her gaudy pink fur coat into place as it draped her bare shoulders. It was the appearance of oddly colored eyes, eyes she was sure that she had seen before? maybe? that pulled her small body from the wall of her club. If not that, the voice that followed had a smile innately twitch into place before it left just as quickly. “Hello beasty..” is all she utters to the childish lyrics.
Darkened void unnaturally contorted, writhing like a snake in death throes. The air around grew colder as the inky blackness began to shift into a hypnotizing swirl, leeching the heat towards it’s amethyst core.
Slowly, lid by lid did a myriad of void corrupted imitation of the Queen’s very own dazzling Fel stained eyes. From it, his own misplaced eyes peered steadfast among the thousands of blinking eye that mirrored her own. Long and lithe, his form stretched out grotesquely towards her. Growing longer and longer until it seemed to become some sort of line. Like closed apertures holding back an evil light did they look before parting slowly, allowing the amethyst light to pour through. The figure bent low at the waist, sweeping a hand from right to left across the tops of his feet before securely tucking itself over his heart. Silver silken locks tied up in a cavalier bun. “Lady Heartwood.” He said, rising up with a wicked cheshire grin etched on his face to look into her Fel-drugged eyes. “Been a while. I know you’ve missed me.” A hiss of a laugh escaped the Elf waiting for her witt to show itself.
The vortex of eyes, her own and his, kept her attention and her nose upturned. cautiously she looked away as the visual was no one that pleased her. She was still getting used to seeing this way and all that was overstimulating. His bow caught the side of her eyes, she tilted her gaze back with a soft down turn of her brows “ What? I think you are looking for someone else beasty, that is nothing i go by” she smirked at his confidence however, “you must know very little than.”
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Amethyst haze rolled over the floor, a creeping miasma that seemed set to embrace her feet as she stood there. It twisted, contorting around her lithe frame until it wrapped around her like one of her many lavished furs. Holding her in an embrace of corrupted magics. Suddenly, the Elf before her disappeared only to reappear behind her. His head hung dangerously close to her supple ear as his warm breath washed over her.
“Oh, Miss Black. I missed you as well.” His voice is barely even audible. His form snaked around hers, barely leaving a space between them. “I’m well aware of whom I look for. It just so happens...you fit both.”
A hissed snicker escaped from a wide cheshire grin. “As for what I know...” The snicker grew into a low rumbling chuckle. “Is a myriad of secrets waiting for you to discover.”
He stood before her now, mismatched eyes lingering over her smirking lips. “Would you like to know?” He stepped back, arms spread wide as long iridescent void-hazed crow wings spread wide, mimicking his arms as void added to his typical over dramatic flair. Thin strands of void trickled down from his fingertips like the silken web of a spider, reminiscent of a past meeting of theirs.
Each strand of string like void swelled from a hand, attaching itself to an amorphous humanoid figure that slowly etched itself away until it resembled a fur clad Mora. The opposite hand twitched allowing for another amorphous humanoid to form at the end of his fingertips. “I’m sure you remember our puppet shows, Lady Black.” Predatory eyes enhanced by that wicked grin peered into her own deadly fel-laced eyes.
The scene hung before her, one puppet looking eerily identical to how she looked now while the other still featureless but both being accented by the void illusioned wings. “Do you dare unlock the secrets I possess?”
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