Dreysand
02-03-2006, 07:08 PM
<div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><font color="#000000"><p><font color="#ffffff"><span>He appeared before her like he usually did, a ghost made from the mist one gets from leaving ice in the sun a little too long. She spun to greet him, her expression somewhat tired, worn. Tones from her lips illustrated thus, sharp and searing like fire but she had had enough of his constant pursuits. It was time to end this, and today would be that day.</span><span></span></font></p><p><font color="#ffffff"><span>"What do -you- want." she said, nearly spat as she leant against the wall of the cavern that was pretty much now her home. </span><span></span></font></p><p><font color="#ffffff"><span>He had explained himself, as he usually did... his reason for being there, to try and achieve the impossible and win her heart. By now though, she was disgusted by his mere presence. He had the gall to send forth an ogre last time, to track her down and bring her back "untouched." Dreading to think just as to why he had wanted her delivered thus, she had dispatched the ogre with little effort. It was not her blades that did so, as his skin was thick and leathery but rather slight of word, weavings that had convinced the beast to join sides with her rather than his cruelly driven employer.</span><span></span></font></p><p><font color="#ffffff"><span>The Iksar, the one who perused her, vanished as soon as he had appeared. He was always doing this, appearing, attempting to speak his peace or else touch or kiss her then disappearing once she had shouted enough at him. Not this time though, this time she would -show- him what it felt like to be viewed as he viewed her. A piece of flesh to be toyed with...</span><span></span></font></p><p><font color="#ffffff"><span>It was upon strands of mana that she followed him back to his abode, a warped dwelling appearing much as Nektropis castle does inside. He sat there, at a desk surrounded by books, his daughter in an adjoining room playing quietly. The young one that she had helped him save, only to be repaid by his further pursuance..</span><span></span></font></p><p><font color="#ffffff"><span>She appeared before him, an avatar of dancing musical notes at first. Bright azure, like the depths of the deepest oceans only punctuated by deep crimson eyes staring out. As she manifested herself, a great effort through the tiny strands she had projected with... a dark cloud began to cover her entire form. Her voice was odd, dual toned as if another being was speaking through her, with her, deep, dark. </span><span></span></font></p><p><font color="#ffffff"><span>He was quite startled to see her, leaping from his chair and approaching her cautiously. She spoke a few words of greeting and then no more, stepping forward and kissing him. Shocked, his eyes widened and he froze in place, little did he know that the very touch of her lips was in itself poison. He fell to the ground in an instant, willed to sleep by the powerful drug and the monochromatic, hypnotic tones of her voice.</span><span></span></font></p><p><font color="#ffffff"><span>When he awoke he found himself in a small room, secured to a wooden chair by tightly fastened leather restraints. Confronted by the visage of a dark elf before him, an old smirk twisted across her otherwise fair features. A silken blindfold across his eyes signified the start of the game. A game of humiliation, as she toyed with his mind, molding it into shapes unnatural, taking him to places he would never dare to tread. The faces of many females, warped, laughing, taunting him. Their voices whispered, fingers pointed, he was a piece of flesh to them all.</span><span></span></font></p><p><span><font color="#ffffff">He whimpered, pleaded for it to cease, the soft skin of his chin and chest turning an odd colour of embarrassment. His limbs strained, arms and legs pulling hard against the restraints. Despite his efforts, it persisted, one of the apparitions violating him in ways that he had never before experienced, painful, deplorable... And he nearly cried, feeling it all as very real sensations washing over him. His voice became urgent, nearly yelling for it to cease, for some relief from the torment. </font></span></p><p><font color="#ffffff"><span>Finally she stepped forward, removing the blindfold and restraints, thus allowing him to fall from the chair onto his hands and knees. </span><span></span></font></p><p><font color="#ffffff"><span>"For Thule's sake go.." he begged, and she vanished as soon as she had appeared. Her deed complete, she knew for certain now that he would not speak to her again, and that was her goal as now he knew.. now he -knew- was it was like to be viewed in such a way. </span><span></span></font></p><p><font color="#ffffff"><span>Her methods were rarely physical in nature, usually mental, but the darkness still had it's place... </span></font></p></font></div><p>Message Edited by Dreysander on <span class="date_text">02-03-2006</span><span class="time_text">09:22 AM</span></p>