?You're failing me, Saieniel.? Hissed the familiar feminine voice, breathy and melodic like a whisper of wind chimes beside the elfess's ear. Saieniel tipped her head to one side as though the motion may quiet the words, to no avail. Gathering the sheet of silver-white that cascaded loosely down her back, she pulled it together tightly until her fingers could deftly twist the strands into a secure plait, held at the end with a clear elastic. Fanning out the braid's tail, she serenely patted it flat to her shoulder.
?You oversimplify.? Haughty tones came drolly from pale lips that twisted into a decided pout. The glow of the fire before her darkened Sai's features and left a scarlet tint that flickered upon powder blue flesh. She leaned against her backrest, a sleeping dragonne who was none too keen on having the pouting elf use him as a pillow. Akkan chuffed and shifted, nearly sending her flat on her back, eliciting an unladylike grunt as she pushed herself back up. Rose hues went skyward, taking in the hints of moonlight that filtered through clouds heavy with snow and slush. Her gaze lingered longingly, craving the lucidity gifted to her by the night sky.
?It is my nature. Is it so difficult to accomplish? Your predecessors had no issue doing so.? The sibilant purr, normally so seductive and alluring had Sai's expression contorting into a grimace, out of place on typically composed lineaments. It wasn't something she could block out if she tried, no matter how much she curled herself inwards. Outside of the immediate warmth provided by the fire, a ring of snow fell around the camp, her enchantments holding up just barely to ward off the cold of winter. She may have to consider retreating to the warmth of one of the various Inns in the city proper before long, maybe tonight even. Perhaps she could find one near the dueling venues or maybe amongst the vagrants and vagabonds of the city's less fortunate districts, those who would not be missed should an ill fate befall them.
?I keep you sated, is that not enough?? She hissed the words, fingers curling against her palms, nails biting into the faint scars that crossed her flesh. Dragging the scabbard that housed the Moonblade, Seregruth, she hesitated to withdraw it. Her hands were tingling, the compulsion to give in to the weapon growing by the moment. The blade was not sated, no matter how much the moon elf thought it should be. No amount of bloodshed would satisfy its lust. The prodigy of the House Dueth could deny the fact all she wanted but as the razor sharp edge glided effortlessly along her palm, biting into her flesh like butter, the proof lay in the incessant pull to feed the longsword's hunger. A hard shudder rolled through her willowy frame, her spine rounding as she bent over the blade's steel. Elven blood almost seemed to be lapped up, soaking into the Moonblade as quickly as she could spill it. The faint whimper that escaped from between gritted teeth was enough to rouse Akkan from his rest, his warm breath meeting the back of her exposed neck as she hunched over, feeling like every nerve ending in her body was on fire.
?Laelar dammia, give in. Trust in me.? Sai was urged on by the beguiling beseeching, her grip tightening around the blade, the pale expanse of her wrist lit a sickly shade of peridot green by the luminescent Moongem inset in the weapon's handle, sanguine trails rolling over her skin. The strange lighting of her surroundings tinted her blood black, prompting a curious tilt of her head. Slowly she released her hold, drawing her shaking hand down the flat of the Moonblade, spreading the smeared blood tribute along its length. No sooner had it been offered was it greedily soaked up, steel imbued by the elfess's atonement. The itch had been scratched and the contented purring that filled her mind was akin to the warmth afforded by daybreak's first rays of sunlight. Saieniel released a long held breath of relief as Akkan gently headbutted her shoulder, the great creature clearly troubled by his companion's ire. She managed to dull her trembling to the gentlest of tremors, mustering an unsteady smile for her sidekick.
?No rest shall come this evening, my friend. Prepare to move. Make haste.? Sai leaned over, bumping her forehead to his, her fingers slipping through his wiry mane. With a scritch behind his ears, she pushed herself to her feet, sure the world would topple before her eyes. Or maybe the waif-like elf would be the one to topple, pitching dangerously to one side only to catch herself with a stab of her blade into the ground for balance. Steadied, she plucked the longsword up and shoved it into its sheath. Her lips twitched and quivered as an impish grin weaseled its way over her mouth. She knew she couldn't keep up with this incessant fight on her own, trying to placate the insatiable with simple sport. So the city would become the unrepentant rogue's playground and while the rivers wouldn't run red by her blade alone, Sai knew with her guidance, Seregruth would drink its fill.
?You oversimplify.? Haughty tones came drolly from pale lips that twisted into a decided pout. The glow of the fire before her darkened Sai's features and left a scarlet tint that flickered upon powder blue flesh. She leaned against her backrest, a sleeping dragonne who was none too keen on having the pouting elf use him as a pillow. Akkan chuffed and shifted, nearly sending her flat on her back, eliciting an unladylike grunt as she pushed herself back up. Rose hues went skyward, taking in the hints of moonlight that filtered through clouds heavy with snow and slush. Her gaze lingered longingly, craving the lucidity gifted to her by the night sky.
?It is my nature. Is it so difficult to accomplish? Your predecessors had no issue doing so.? The sibilant purr, normally so seductive and alluring had Sai's expression contorting into a grimace, out of place on typically composed lineaments. It wasn't something she could block out if she tried, no matter how much she curled herself inwards. Outside of the immediate warmth provided by the fire, a ring of snow fell around the camp, her enchantments holding up just barely to ward off the cold of winter. She may have to consider retreating to the warmth of one of the various Inns in the city proper before long, maybe tonight even. Perhaps she could find one near the dueling venues or maybe amongst the vagrants and vagabonds of the city's less fortunate districts, those who would not be missed should an ill fate befall them.
?I keep you sated, is that not enough?? She hissed the words, fingers curling against her palms, nails biting into the faint scars that crossed her flesh. Dragging the scabbard that housed the Moonblade, Seregruth, she hesitated to withdraw it. Her hands were tingling, the compulsion to give in to the weapon growing by the moment. The blade was not sated, no matter how much the moon elf thought it should be. No amount of bloodshed would satisfy its lust. The prodigy of the House Dueth could deny the fact all she wanted but as the razor sharp edge glided effortlessly along her palm, biting into her flesh like butter, the proof lay in the incessant pull to feed the longsword's hunger. A hard shudder rolled through her willowy frame, her spine rounding as she bent over the blade's steel. Elven blood almost seemed to be lapped up, soaking into the Moonblade as quickly as she could spill it. The faint whimper that escaped from between gritted teeth was enough to rouse Akkan from his rest, his warm breath meeting the back of her exposed neck as she hunched over, feeling like every nerve ending in her body was on fire.
?Laelar dammia, give in. Trust in me.? Sai was urged on by the beguiling beseeching, her grip tightening around the blade, the pale expanse of her wrist lit a sickly shade of peridot green by the luminescent Moongem inset in the weapon's handle, sanguine trails rolling over her skin. The strange lighting of her surroundings tinted her blood black, prompting a curious tilt of her head. Slowly she released her hold, drawing her shaking hand down the flat of the Moonblade, spreading the smeared blood tribute along its length. No sooner had it been offered was it greedily soaked up, steel imbued by the elfess's atonement. The itch had been scratched and the contented purring that filled her mind was akin to the warmth afforded by daybreak's first rays of sunlight. Saieniel released a long held breath of relief as Akkan gently headbutted her shoulder, the great creature clearly troubled by his companion's ire. She managed to dull her trembling to the gentlest of tremors, mustering an unsteady smile for her sidekick.
?No rest shall come this evening, my friend. Prepare to move. Make haste.? Sai leaned over, bumping her forehead to his, her fingers slipping through his wiry mane. With a scritch behind his ears, she pushed herself to her feet, sure the world would topple before her eyes. Or maybe the waif-like elf would be the one to topple, pitching dangerously to one side only to catch herself with a stab of her blade into the ground for balance. Steadied, she plucked the longsword up and shoved it into its sheath. Her lips twitched and quivered as an impish grin weaseled its way over her mouth. She knew she couldn't keep up with this incessant fight on her own, trying to placate the insatiable with simple sport. So the city would become the unrepentant rogue's playground and while the rivers wouldn't run red by her blade alone, Sai knew with her guidance, Seregruth would drink its fill.