Stink of old ale and body sweat from the Brazen Wench began its slow ebb with the wind from the dark cloak wrapped around the drow. It was not cold in mid summer?s night, but for whichever reason?either old habit or perhaps the sense of something else?Suliss? kept it close to body. The black of skin easily became one with black of fine spun wool; if it were not for the myriad of scars upon her hands sweeping past sleeves, one would think she some specter or wraith traipsing about the slim alleyways.
There were no stars tonight, the gathering thunder clouds from early in the evening that gloriously blocked out the sun kept their twinkling light from golden eyes buried within her hood. The wind picked up slightly, it gusted casual through the long, narrow paths of brick and stone, causing pieces of paper and garbage to flutter upward and rattle. Though the noise was little, to her sensitive ears the whispering of paper became a distraction for hearing conditioned to seek the rhythm of malicious footsteps trailing her. The only time the drow welcomed the wind and her whispers was in the depth of a cave or bare foot in fields?any other time it made her uneasy, as it did now. The drow gathered the folds of cloak nearest her thighs and turned upon heel in sword dancers grace, shifting the weight of her feet. She moved silently on her way to wherever it was she chose to sleep this night, attempting to throw any (if anyone was actually following) off from finding her.
This habit was something ingrained from years of behavior, both her own and her brethren, which taught her simply to listen to instinct. Better to be over cautious than dead?
As she turned the corner however, she found herself in a position she rarely ever found herself in; taken by surprise. With no warning or indication of scent there was another the heat registering before infrared vision was like small blazing suns in the dark. Startled her so that she nearly skid to a halt in order to stop herself from colliding with whomever it was.
Hissing out a small exhale of displeasure, Suliss?urn croaked in broken voice, ?Inbau doeb d'ussta i'dol xor el!?* There was no hesitation to choose her mother tongue to bark command. As far as she were concerned, there were only a select few life forms which could still surprise her like such: the exceptionally talented or other drow. Suliss' did not think this realm held much of the former but many of the latter.
?So harsh,? the voice that emitted from the similarly cloaked figure across from her rolled out like liquid silk, or warmed brandy on the way down to set fire to the belly. Smooth as well as ethereal, it held qualities to it that no human voice could ever hope to achieve, touched deep with the taint of rolling earth. It was the accented voice of a fellow drow.
The sound of that voice made Suliss?urns head reel, stomach churn, and feel as if she were to sick up at her own feet all at once. She knew that voice. She knew it!
?Nau!? Suliss?urn barked in immediate denial and reply. Saliva rushed to into Suliss' mouth, pre cursor to ridding herself of recently digested meal. Some of it flew as she'd spoken, barking like a rabid dog.
?Xas,*? the figure replied, and lifted slender black arms to twitch the black hood back, her face revealed in the poor to little light holding a pleased little smirk. She did so adore dramatics when she was younger.
Suliss?urn was staring at herself.
Hale, whole, and unmarked.
Perchance to Dream OOC
*Get out of my way or die
*Yes
There were no stars tonight, the gathering thunder clouds from early in the evening that gloriously blocked out the sun kept their twinkling light from golden eyes buried within her hood. The wind picked up slightly, it gusted casual through the long, narrow paths of brick and stone, causing pieces of paper and garbage to flutter upward and rattle. Though the noise was little, to her sensitive ears the whispering of paper became a distraction for hearing conditioned to seek the rhythm of malicious footsteps trailing her. The only time the drow welcomed the wind and her whispers was in the depth of a cave or bare foot in fields?any other time it made her uneasy, as it did now. The drow gathered the folds of cloak nearest her thighs and turned upon heel in sword dancers grace, shifting the weight of her feet. She moved silently on her way to wherever it was she chose to sleep this night, attempting to throw any (if anyone was actually following) off from finding her.
This habit was something ingrained from years of behavior, both her own and her brethren, which taught her simply to listen to instinct. Better to be over cautious than dead?
As she turned the corner however, she found herself in a position she rarely ever found herself in; taken by surprise. With no warning or indication of scent there was another the heat registering before infrared vision was like small blazing suns in the dark. Startled her so that she nearly skid to a halt in order to stop herself from colliding with whomever it was.
Hissing out a small exhale of displeasure, Suliss?urn croaked in broken voice, ?Inbau doeb d'ussta i'dol xor el!?* There was no hesitation to choose her mother tongue to bark command. As far as she were concerned, there were only a select few life forms which could still surprise her like such: the exceptionally talented or other drow. Suliss' did not think this realm held much of the former but many of the latter.
?So harsh,? the voice that emitted from the similarly cloaked figure across from her rolled out like liquid silk, or warmed brandy on the way down to set fire to the belly. Smooth as well as ethereal, it held qualities to it that no human voice could ever hope to achieve, touched deep with the taint of rolling earth. It was the accented voice of a fellow drow.
The sound of that voice made Suliss?urns head reel, stomach churn, and feel as if she were to sick up at her own feet all at once. She knew that voice. She knew it!
?Nau!? Suliss?urn barked in immediate denial and reply. Saliva rushed to into Suliss' mouth, pre cursor to ridding herself of recently digested meal. Some of it flew as she'd spoken, barking like a rabid dog.
?Xas,*? the figure replied, and lifted slender black arms to twitch the black hood back, her face revealed in the poor to little light holding a pleased little smirk. She did so adore dramatics when she was younger.
Suliss?urn was staring at herself.
Hale, whole, and unmarked.
Perchance to Dream OOC
*Get out of my way or die
*Yes