Off in the distance the thunder rumbled, the sound carrying like a low growl over the land, shaking the limbs of trees and sending ripples flowing over water. The clouds grew darker, heavier, with the air taking on a cruel tension. Silence, as forest life had already found cover from the coming tempest. A red spike of energy cut across the blackness above, splitting through the angry looking scene, spikes forking in a myriad of directions before eventually spearing into the earth below.
More followed, spiraling in the heavens was a light show of intense energy. With every hissing crack that followed, a slow creeping mist rolled and grew dense and concentrated. There was a scent of magic in the air, a subtle fragrance caught on the wind. It sang of beauty and promises, yet to the more discerning it carried with it an underlying melody of dangers unseen woven around those foggy motes.
Amidst the phenomenon, the faintest tone snapped through the darkness. Reminiscent of batwings as they broke loose from their nesting trees to feed. Leaves trembled, some tumbling from their places upon high branches and falling in a tornado cloud to the earthen floor below as brutal claws took purchase upon those study limbs. A dozen glowing blood red eyes gazed down from lofty heights while leathery wings settled against marble and granite forms.
For only a space of moment that silence again reigned, but quickly was shattered with the rattling of gleaming black forms. Scaled armor clattering dully, muffled by the mists around them. It was the only sound made as they stepped through the vapor, and several pairs of bestial reptilian eyes glared through slashes cut in their helms.
Blurring of motion as darkness coalesced behind. Sharper shadows, with barbed, jagged edges keen and cutting as any spear, spilled out of the obscuring nebula of swirling fog. Malevolent laughter split through the stormy night while those inhuman forms scattered, fading into the very landscape around.
Leaves rustling with the sweep of a skirt, and she appeared, the mist falling away from her lithe form like a silken cloak of gray shade. Cast in a sharp flash of lightning, a snap shot of ethereal beauty. Cherry brown waves of silken hair tumbled down around her, contrasting with perfection against the exposed satiny skin. Dark eyes shone, the sapphire shade enhanced by the depraved glint as she looked around with the sarcastic arching of a brow.
She stood with regal grace, for she was of the Unseelie royal lines, one of many princesses. Aye, her kind did enjoy the pleasure of the flesh and fury, and while she was one of a dozen, she had a most talented touch that made her a favorite. Few others had her creativity or special skills. Those very unique abilities had garnered her a small contingence of personal minions who had arrived just before her. "Are you sure this is the right place? I see... rustic."
More followed, spiraling in the heavens was a light show of intense energy. With every hissing crack that followed, a slow creeping mist rolled and grew dense and concentrated. There was a scent of magic in the air, a subtle fragrance caught on the wind. It sang of beauty and promises, yet to the more discerning it carried with it an underlying melody of dangers unseen woven around those foggy motes.
Amidst the phenomenon, the faintest tone snapped through the darkness. Reminiscent of batwings as they broke loose from their nesting trees to feed. Leaves trembled, some tumbling from their places upon high branches and falling in a tornado cloud to the earthen floor below as brutal claws took purchase upon those study limbs. A dozen glowing blood red eyes gazed down from lofty heights while leathery wings settled against marble and granite forms.
For only a space of moment that silence again reigned, but quickly was shattered with the rattling of gleaming black forms. Scaled armor clattering dully, muffled by the mists around them. It was the only sound made as they stepped through the vapor, and several pairs of bestial reptilian eyes glared through slashes cut in their helms.
Blurring of motion as darkness coalesced behind. Sharper shadows, with barbed, jagged edges keen and cutting as any spear, spilled out of the obscuring nebula of swirling fog. Malevolent laughter split through the stormy night while those inhuman forms scattered, fading into the very landscape around.
Leaves rustling with the sweep of a skirt, and she appeared, the mist falling away from her lithe form like a silken cloak of gray shade. Cast in a sharp flash of lightning, a snap shot of ethereal beauty. Cherry brown waves of silken hair tumbled down around her, contrasting with perfection against the exposed satiny skin. Dark eyes shone, the sapphire shade enhanced by the depraved glint as she looked around with the sarcastic arching of a brow.
She stood with regal grace, for she was of the Unseelie royal lines, one of many princesses. Aye, her kind did enjoy the pleasure of the flesh and fury, and while she was one of a dozen, she had a most talented touch that made her a favorite. Few others had her creativity or special skills. Those very unique abilities had garnered her a small contingence of personal minions who had arrived just before her. "Are you sure this is the right place? I see... rustic."