She moved through the alleyway, hood pulled up over her thick hair. Crimson eyes kept alert as she reminisced.
Flash.
Having just accepted the challenge from Art, she decided to take a stroll through the streets instead of heading back to the Isle.
Flash.
She opened the doors to the Great Hall at the Red Dragon Inn. A storm had come through, bringing with it the charge of supernatural energy. A sense of unease hung like a shroud over the room, and her delicate senses led her further into the room. Visible to all, she glided past the creatures in the room, hands in their leather gloves flexing lightly.
Her head turned, and she caught a glimpse, with both her eyes and the need that haunted her every waking moment.
A cat howled, distracting her for but a moment from her thoughts.
Flash.
A figure ran through the woods, and she followed close behind. The woman's pain and horror drew her like a fly to honey. When the woman stopped beside the stream, she stopped with her, stepping inside the woman's body to share what she was feeling.
It was perfect. The pain. The fear. The guilt. Kelathe focused on the guilt, her whispered suggestions brushing the woman's mind, amplifying her pain.
Flash.
The same woman stood beside a man she knew very well. The man was changing back into his human form, out of his half-dragon form. She blurred back into the visible spectrum, moving slowly towards a banquet table containing an array of delicacies. She passed by the woman, seeing her frown, but continued to move past her. More time to play with that morsel later. She studied the foods at the table, delicately removing her gloves, before scooping up a napkin and some food. She kept an eye on the pair, especially the woman, as she moved around the room.
Flash.
She moved with Jaycy, still whispering. ?You don?t deserve life. You must pay the price. All actions have consequences, and these are yours. Pay the piper.? The sound of the woods at night did not penetrate her concentration. Crimson eyes held shut as she stroked.
She slipped into the rooming house she was currently occupying. Not bothering to use a key, she slipped into the empty room. A dirty mattress and a chair were the only furniture. She sat cross-legged on the mattress.
Flash.
She awoke in an alleyway, head throbbing. She blinked a few times to clear the muck from her eyes. A sharp pain at her wrists. She lifted her arms to eye level, and saw the weeping rope burns that circled around the delicate bones. Brow furrowed, she ran a hand through her hair, startling herself. It was black as midnight.
Flash
Something tingled delightfully down her spine. There was a hint of unease in the air, just enough to whet her appetite. She moved closer to the door, simply to catch that delicate scent of confusion tinged with bitterness and anger, and just a touch of fear, all wafting from the woman as she headed for the door. Jaycy stopped, and turned, spotting her. She only smiled in her prey?s direction, forked tongue flicking between her snow-pale lips. She wiggled her fingers in a brief greeting. Before Jaycy could look again, she disappeared.
Flash
She turned the sword upside down and tucked the hilt of the weapon between her thighs. Her legs clenched tight and she took a deep, slow breath. Rather than a calming effect, the gypsy felt how furiously her heart was pounding in the moment of stillness. She raised both arms until they were parallel with the dual edges of the short sword. The arms were lifted higher then brought inward until the gleaming metal kissed tender flesh. She violently pulled her arms down across the sharpened edges of the blade, cleaving the skin on both deeply. A hiss of pain escaped and she stared at the damage. The blade fell to the ground as thighs released their tension.
A knock on the door distracted her. She flung off her jacket, revealing a long, slinky black dress. She opened the door, revealing a small, nervous man. ?M?.mistress? I came when you asked.?
?Ssssstep inside, worm.?
((Special thanks to Jaycy and Psly's players! Some of this post was copied, with permission, from Jaycy))
Flash.
Having just accepted the challenge from Art, she decided to take a stroll through the streets instead of heading back to the Isle.
Flash.
She opened the doors to the Great Hall at the Red Dragon Inn. A storm had come through, bringing with it the charge of supernatural energy. A sense of unease hung like a shroud over the room, and her delicate senses led her further into the room. Visible to all, she glided past the creatures in the room, hands in their leather gloves flexing lightly.
Her head turned, and she caught a glimpse, with both her eyes and the need that haunted her every waking moment.
A cat howled, distracting her for but a moment from her thoughts.
Flash.
A figure ran through the woods, and she followed close behind. The woman's pain and horror drew her like a fly to honey. When the woman stopped beside the stream, she stopped with her, stepping inside the woman's body to share what she was feeling.
It was perfect. The pain. The fear. The guilt. Kelathe focused on the guilt, her whispered suggestions brushing the woman's mind, amplifying her pain.
Flash.
The same woman stood beside a man she knew very well. The man was changing back into his human form, out of his half-dragon form. She blurred back into the visible spectrum, moving slowly towards a banquet table containing an array of delicacies. She passed by the woman, seeing her frown, but continued to move past her. More time to play with that morsel later. She studied the foods at the table, delicately removing her gloves, before scooping up a napkin and some food. She kept an eye on the pair, especially the woman, as she moved around the room.
Flash.
She moved with Jaycy, still whispering. ?You don?t deserve life. You must pay the price. All actions have consequences, and these are yours. Pay the piper.? The sound of the woods at night did not penetrate her concentration. Crimson eyes held shut as she stroked.
She slipped into the rooming house she was currently occupying. Not bothering to use a key, she slipped into the empty room. A dirty mattress and a chair were the only furniture. She sat cross-legged on the mattress.
Flash.
She awoke in an alleyway, head throbbing. She blinked a few times to clear the muck from her eyes. A sharp pain at her wrists. She lifted her arms to eye level, and saw the weeping rope burns that circled around the delicate bones. Brow furrowed, she ran a hand through her hair, startling herself. It was black as midnight.
Flash
Something tingled delightfully down her spine. There was a hint of unease in the air, just enough to whet her appetite. She moved closer to the door, simply to catch that delicate scent of confusion tinged with bitterness and anger, and just a touch of fear, all wafting from the woman as she headed for the door. Jaycy stopped, and turned, spotting her. She only smiled in her prey?s direction, forked tongue flicking between her snow-pale lips. She wiggled her fingers in a brief greeting. Before Jaycy could look again, she disappeared.
Flash
She turned the sword upside down and tucked the hilt of the weapon between her thighs. Her legs clenched tight and she took a deep, slow breath. Rather than a calming effect, the gypsy felt how furiously her heart was pounding in the moment of stillness. She raised both arms until they were parallel with the dual edges of the short sword. The arms were lifted higher then brought inward until the gleaming metal kissed tender flesh. She violently pulled her arms down across the sharpened edges of the blade, cleaving the skin on both deeply. A hiss of pain escaped and she stared at the damage. The blade fell to the ground as thighs released their tension.
A knock on the door distracted her. She flung off her jacket, revealing a long, slinky black dress. She opened the door, revealing a small, nervous man. ?M?.mistress? I came when you asked.?
?Ssssstep inside, worm.?
((Special thanks to Jaycy and Psly's players! Some of this post was copied, with permission, from Jaycy))