Topic: Dealing With Demons

Macabre Sadist

Date: 2008-03-18 21:37 EST
The young fifteen year old had made it away from the vicinity of the dwarf's home. She was old enough to marry so she need not stay there any longer anyways. Her violet optics sought out her surroundings as the forest was illuminated by mere patches of light from the moon. She stopped abruptly as a figure moved in front of her. She was barely able to make out the remarkable appearance as his form glowed a very faint red.

The male had a short crop of green hair and scarlet optics while he donned a white dress shirt. His breeches and gloves were the same color to match while his shoes were made of leather yet seemed a natural white color as well. She had never seen anyone dressed in such a manner that she moved forward almost compulsively to touch him and see if he were there.

His scent flooded her nostrils in an overwhelming manner and his aura was dark. Suddenly, she dropped to her knees before him and pressed her head against his abdomen. It were as though something had possessed her for she wasn't even aware of it. "I am Lytla Aresla Jorylan," she told him and her head tilted upwards with pleading eyes.

"Child," he said in a musical voice that seemed to lure her to her feet, "Come with me. We have much to discuss for you to learn the ways of our kind....You do not deny me or block me out and you have the power to do so. Why haven't your parents bred you better than this?"

His voice was soothing, so much that she spilled her life away down to the smallest details of which she could remember at the moment.