Topic: Eye on the prize

Oziendis Nightstalker

Date: 2007-06-27 18:58 EST
He'd lost Moon. He'd lost Icer. He was furious! A fist was driven into a solid wall of stone and shattered. He turned his gaze to the last dragon he held. A pitiful comparison to the two females, but better than nothing. He was going to have to capture less notorious specimens and be more subtle about it......He left his lair to lurk at the Inn a while unnoticed...and there he saw her...The flaming woman. She seemed to have a boyfriend, but he could get around that. He knew females could be manipulated if it were done right. A wicked smile and he slipped out returning to his cavernous lair. All night he toiled working spells, chanting, and weaving an illusion that was air-tight. He'd masquerade as nobility, and trick her into accepting a trinket from him....He chuckled evilly to himself as he completed the last of his preperations. He would leave the dragon behind and put on airs. The plan was flawless. He knew her power...he knew her wildness he knew her name. He'd held elementals before, this would be no different.

After hours and hours of work, days of study, he knew her habbits, knew she resided in the Red Dragon's hearth, of all silly places, and knew she had a weakness for anything fire-related and beautiful. In the pocket of his new wardrobe, fine purple and black velvet with silver trim, which hung a bit loosely on a now thin lean frame, He kept it. A bracelet. It was woven gold inlaid with rubies, garnets, topaz, obsidian,and firestones. Remniscant of fire itself he knew she'd be hard put to resist. As soon as she donned it, she'd be his. He checked his appearance in a cracked mirror. Blue eyes peered back from a fair face. no fangs, no drool. Neat shoulderlength chestnut hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. He smelled faintly of honeysuckle. He smiled. The reflection smiled back. He was handsome, suave, and callouslly evil. A simple charm, a chain round his neck would offset any evil aura, distorting it untill it could be read only as neutral. Good would be a bit over the top. He strode out of the dungeon he had currently set up in, and headed to the Inn with one name on his lips. Ember...