For Ishtar, no task was too small or great when it came to Anatar Raithmoore. She followed through with his requests with little regard as to what he was asking of her. She possessed a devotion for her Master that no other could boast of. Nothing would hinder her from following through with Anatar's bidding.

Ishtar's feet would carry her towards Rhy'din though not too close to any tavern or establishment where she might draw more attention than needed. The only reason she let caution stifle her was in the case that someone had seen the selected prey leave with her. She found it better to keep Anatar as satisfied with her obedience towards him as possible.

She paused along the dirt road and waited, her keen eyesight and hearing would help alert her to the presence of another. She waited. She spotted a woman at first and rendered herself invisible within her surroundings to let her pass on by. A female would not do for her Master.

She looked through the underbrush for a long time before the next person began to walk on by. Broad shoulders, a thin and lean build, a man's gait. All the traits were noticed from where she lurked. He was headed in the direction that she had come from unlike the woman before him who had headed towards the town. She moved out from her hiding spot before he walked up and she looked suspicious for crawling out from behind the bushes.

?Excuse me,? she said immediately in hopes of garnering the man's attention. After his head turned towards her, ?There is a man up the way... He's been giving me a great deal of trouble.? She forced out a sigh, something that sounded frustrated and dually upset. ?If you could find it in you then do you think you might be able to walk me home??

If it were anywhere other than Rhy'din then she was sure the man would refuse based on the jet black pigment of her skin and the snow white tresses of her hair. She was marked as a Drow, enough to make a human man find her claims dubious. He agreed all too eagerly. Her hand clutched at the sentient whip that she carried with her. It was only to be used in case the man she whisked up were to deny her.

She led him towards the Citadel and he followed in silence. She actually enjoyed that he chose not to talk because she wasn't in any particular mood to keep up the facade. There was always the off chance that something wrong might leave her lips and cause him to become suspicious of her. It was unlikely that he would catch on, but she didn't like taking those chances either.

She reached for the man's hand, feigning friendliness towards him. ?You should stay for dinner,? she insisted and began to pull him towards the door and inside the main entrance of the building. She felt a tremor shoot through the man and she brushed a thumb across his knuckles in an attempt to calm him. Humans were so quick to fear if that was what he was. She hadn't particularly paid much mind to his appearance other than acknowledging that he was of the male persuasion.

She urged him inside and he began to admire the effects of the chandelier while she waited. ?My presence is expected,? she informed the man before continuing, ?And there is someone I would like you to meet. Your accompanying me home will not go without reward.? She would wait near the entrance, she assumed it wouldn't be long before Anatar graced them with his arrival.

Ishtar stepped forward and caught sight of the man trying to squirm away and run for the door. Anger flared up in her features briefly and she raised the whip at her side, the leather separated into four different pieces and extended towards the prey that attempted to escape.

"You will not be leaving," she stated in a single verbal command. The whip began to coil around him and tightened his arms and legs against his body, leaving him completely steal. She whispered something in Drow before releasing her hold of the weapon entirely and it snaked against the man's body to hold him in still.

"No matter how much you struggle," she lifted her shoulders and shrugged dismissively, "This will be less painful if you cooperate." She looked to Raithmoore, seeking approval for her actions before the daggers were taken in each hand. Her feet drew her towards the man who seemed to be startled into silence by the amount of fear that stirred within him because he didn't protest at all. She fell into a crouch beside the quarry.

"Cat got your tongue?" She queried with a smirk playing along her lips briefly. With each movement the man made to pull away, the whip acted accordingly and tightened to the point of causing pain and encouraging him to stay still. She reached for the scruff of his neck and held the dagger in that hand against it while keeping him still so the neck would be easier to cut and gain access to. Her other hand raised and she dragged the tip of the blade through the flesh. Both hands moved away and she slit one wrist and dropped the dagger at his side before she shifted. The opposing hand was trapped so that the wrong side was turned her way, she grabbed at the wrist violently to roughly move it and cut into the flesh.

The dropped weapon was picked up and she nodded her head in Raithmoore as though to signal for him that she had completed his request. She had yet to release the man though it would require a single Drow word to be spoken in order to be free of the bindings of the sentient weapon.

She watched in fascination as the victim's body and Raithmoore's incorporeal form melded together. Events such as that were rare treasures of hers that she wished would last a little longer if only just that - a little. The helpless cries of the prey was like music to her hears, a song that she relished while it lasted until ownership of the body was transferred to someone more fitting to control it.

The words that escaped Anatar's mouth received an expression of her reminiscent of a content and well pet cat. Her lips were drawn into a smug feline grin. She even let a purr escaped her as a result.

"Of course, my Master." She bowed her head slightly, dropping down into a formal curtsy of sorts. "You deserve only the best after all." Anyone else might see irony in her words, but she found no fault within them. She was so devoted to her Master to point of near worshiping the ground he walked on.

She dropped down to retrieve the whip that had been released and moved both daggers to one hand while she held it at her side.

"Tell me," she requested before firing a question at him. "Does my liege require anything else? Anything at all?" She waited obediently for him to dismiss her or make some sort of demand. No matter how absurd, there was nothing that would prove an obstacle for her when it came to pleasing the Lich King.