?We villains are a very select group indeed. In the very desperation of our hate rests our strength.?
― Cyclops
?He didn't last long at all, little cousin.? The voice drew her out of her reverie that the nearly dead Seelie knight's 'coercion' afforded her. Rising in a rustling of vitae stained silk and with a graceful turn, she gazed at the tall form standing regal within the shadows. A welcoming smile bloomed upon lips nearly as crimson as her bloody hands.
?Hedriast! It is always a pleasure to see you," dulcet words carried a low purr in greeting. Graceful and languid, her steps carried her to a nearby basin and she was soon holding a scented towel and drying her now clean fingers. ?He has not yet expired. I have been working on that one for days actually. Call it my little experiment.?
?Experiment?? The Dullahan echoed while his lanky frame moved to lean against a heavy table laden with a variety of herbs, books, flasks of magical potions, properties and poisons.
Feather soft was her touch as she drifted past him with fingers brushing his cheek, enveloping him in the heady mix of floral, arcane herbs and an undertone of spice and blood. ?I seek to turn him. He already had such delicious seeds of corruption growing within him. I am merely seeking to nudge him over the edge, for he stands upon that precipice anyway. Considering he is a cousin on my mother's side, I thought it prudent to try at the very least.? Sapphire eyes gleamed feral in the dim light as she sank into the plush cushions of a couch, letting the soft shimmery silk fall away from bare legs. ?I am thinking he may make a rather excellent spy, do you not agree, Hedriast??
Across the room, some of her minions circled the bloodied male elf sprawled within the sorceress's arcane circle. The glowing lines of the mystical wheel splayed an unearthly light upon the dark, cold marble floor. Her guest watched her minions for a moment before his crimson eyes shifted to rest upon the lissome reclining form of Isabella. ?Perhaps, but I know you. There is more to it then just that. Do you fancy him??
That brought laughter spilling from parting cherry lips and a pale hand lifted with a flourish of movement. ?Not yet, but perhaps after his rebirth. He is powerful and I am thinking he will be quite the prize once I convert him to embracing storms of darkness and make him realize the bliss it can bring.? There was a rather satisfied expression resting upon her elven features. Rather like a cat that ate the canary so the saying goes. ?Would you like to play with him a bit? Show him the delights of what the darkness can offer??
Isa knew Hedriast would have little interest in such things. His manner of play was vastly different from her own. However, she felt it best to offer at least. ?Do make yourself comfortable cousin.?
Moments later he was dropping down next to her on that comfortable sofa, carefully placing his head down between their bodies upon the cushions. ?I shall leave such corruptions to you, Isa. My methods are not suited to such endeavors.?
?Indeed, for he is already covered in blood.? Black humor was the tone that colored her words as she leaned to press a kiss upon the top of Hedriast's now disembodied head.
?I think you should send him to terrorize Rhy'Din to get his feet wet once your ritual is complete. If there ever was a place needing a decent culling, my dear, it is that city.? The headless form stretched and leaned back as the head spoke and Isaballa chuckled again low and velvety soft. There was no talk of failure from the Dullahan, for he knew she would not fail in her efforts. Isabella's skills were legendary.
Slender fingers toyed gently with the inky black hair. It was soft and clung to the warmth of her touch as she considered his words. In her research, it was said that those brought into the embrace of the unseelie often needed to feed their blood. It seemed that RhyDin would be a good place for such a requirement. It was even said that many died there and would simply rise up to walk again a few days later. So, plenty for her her newest minion to play with.
?Seems a grand idea as I should seek some revenge on what they did to my darling Bezbert. The poor dear is still crazed after they fed him to that carnivorous stew they keep as a pet chained up in that Inn kitchen.? The more Isa thought about it, the more that plan seemed to appeal to her.
Picking up her cousin's disembodied head, Isabella gently placed it back upon his shoulders and was given an earsplitting smile for her efforts. ?Come my dear, I am famished so let us retire to dinner and plot more. Intrigue and torture does work up quite the appetite.?
(Story is part of the "A Deal is a Deal... Until It's Done Finale" Storyline. http://rdi.dragonsmark.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=192657#192657 )
― Cyclops
?He didn't last long at all, little cousin.? The voice drew her out of her reverie that the nearly dead Seelie knight's 'coercion' afforded her. Rising in a rustling of vitae stained silk and with a graceful turn, she gazed at the tall form standing regal within the shadows. A welcoming smile bloomed upon lips nearly as crimson as her bloody hands.
?Hedriast! It is always a pleasure to see you," dulcet words carried a low purr in greeting. Graceful and languid, her steps carried her to a nearby basin and she was soon holding a scented towel and drying her now clean fingers. ?He has not yet expired. I have been working on that one for days actually. Call it my little experiment.?
?Experiment?? The Dullahan echoed while his lanky frame moved to lean against a heavy table laden with a variety of herbs, books, flasks of magical potions, properties and poisons.
Feather soft was her touch as she drifted past him with fingers brushing his cheek, enveloping him in the heady mix of floral, arcane herbs and an undertone of spice and blood. ?I seek to turn him. He already had such delicious seeds of corruption growing within him. I am merely seeking to nudge him over the edge, for he stands upon that precipice anyway. Considering he is a cousin on my mother's side, I thought it prudent to try at the very least.? Sapphire eyes gleamed feral in the dim light as she sank into the plush cushions of a couch, letting the soft shimmery silk fall away from bare legs. ?I am thinking he may make a rather excellent spy, do you not agree, Hedriast??
Across the room, some of her minions circled the bloodied male elf sprawled within the sorceress's arcane circle. The glowing lines of the mystical wheel splayed an unearthly light upon the dark, cold marble floor. Her guest watched her minions for a moment before his crimson eyes shifted to rest upon the lissome reclining form of Isabella. ?Perhaps, but I know you. There is more to it then just that. Do you fancy him??
That brought laughter spilling from parting cherry lips and a pale hand lifted with a flourish of movement. ?Not yet, but perhaps after his rebirth. He is powerful and I am thinking he will be quite the prize once I convert him to embracing storms of darkness and make him realize the bliss it can bring.? There was a rather satisfied expression resting upon her elven features. Rather like a cat that ate the canary so the saying goes. ?Would you like to play with him a bit? Show him the delights of what the darkness can offer??
Isa knew Hedriast would have little interest in such things. His manner of play was vastly different from her own. However, she felt it best to offer at least. ?Do make yourself comfortable cousin.?
Moments later he was dropping down next to her on that comfortable sofa, carefully placing his head down between their bodies upon the cushions. ?I shall leave such corruptions to you, Isa. My methods are not suited to such endeavors.?
?Indeed, for he is already covered in blood.? Black humor was the tone that colored her words as she leaned to press a kiss upon the top of Hedriast's now disembodied head.
?I think you should send him to terrorize Rhy'Din to get his feet wet once your ritual is complete. If there ever was a place needing a decent culling, my dear, it is that city.? The headless form stretched and leaned back as the head spoke and Isaballa chuckled again low and velvety soft. There was no talk of failure from the Dullahan, for he knew she would not fail in her efforts. Isabella's skills were legendary.
Slender fingers toyed gently with the inky black hair. It was soft and clung to the warmth of her touch as she considered his words. In her research, it was said that those brought into the embrace of the unseelie often needed to feed their blood. It seemed that RhyDin would be a good place for such a requirement. It was even said that many died there and would simply rise up to walk again a few days later. So, plenty for her her newest minion to play with.
?Seems a grand idea as I should seek some revenge on what they did to my darling Bezbert. The poor dear is still crazed after they fed him to that carnivorous stew they keep as a pet chained up in that Inn kitchen.? The more Isa thought about it, the more that plan seemed to appeal to her.
Picking up her cousin's disembodied head, Isabella gently placed it back upon his shoulders and was given an earsplitting smile for her efforts. ?Come my dear, I am famished so let us retire to dinner and plot more. Intrigue and torture does work up quite the appetite.?
(Story is part of the "A Deal is a Deal... Until It's Done Finale" Storyline. http://rdi.dragonsmark.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=192657#192657 )