ØVallynØ : -Quiet.
Thats all this land had to offer amongst the tranquility of the naked trees.
The wind barely made a howl this far into the woods and yet they knew it was
there. Softly were foot steps to bestow upon the unmarked snowy lands, barely
making a ->


ØVallynØ : crunching noise as
hard material flattends the fluff against hard material, packing it down into a
footstep. These woods seemed so defensless and yet they held such a strong hold
upon the lands, it was almost breath taking an honourable to be one of the->


ØVallynØ : few to visit the
trees and share every breath with them. Piercing blues glanced up to the sky,
looking for any twinkles from the fires in the sky. There were none, not even
the moon shined in its beastly divine upon them. That was fair enough, they had
->


ØVallynØ : seen enough fires as
it was without having to worry so much about the sky. Head canting, that gaze
turned towards the land before them. Fingers of tender stature to pull their
wool cloak closer to their neck in hopes of not enabling that warmth to ->


ØVallynØ : escape from their
body...the land was alone, just as they...But perhaps such was the fate of
those like them. It would not stop them from fighting on their path, what ever
that path may be...-


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : :: The winters cold. Perfect. Refreshing and
all that he were. Representive of the decay of life, and Winter the answer to
the years prolonged life. He were here and now upon the skeletal-like tree's
all around him, he were in serenity. It reminded


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : him of his Temple. Within the ferocious
mountains of Los Enathra, the winter was deadly. Like him. And snow bought that
silence...that beautiful silence. Now that was here. No animal moved. No
creature stirred. Snow had fallen and such a signal for all


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : to hush in reverie, and hold breath; hold
onto their survival. The freeze- although bitter - was ensconsing him. And his
chin lifted defiantly to it, or rather calling to nearer. If such a thing was
possible. ' Come hither, to me. Gaia's scorn and


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : frozen tears. For I wait...with open
arms..', the verse he recited within mind. Although had he realized, he had
spoken it outloud also. Though his tone had been dark and smooth, soft it were
and breath escaped. No bother for the cold. No worry for


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : temperature falling as night grown. Eerie
atmosphere all around and his grin became wider. How delightful this nocturne
turned out to be. ::


ØVallynØ : -There was indeed
something out there, something that caused that heart to flutter a little
faster than before, and those eyes to dart amongst the trees in an endeavouring
manner for what it was they were to expect. Something echoed, caressed those
ears->


ØVallynØ : and enticed them to
listen for more. The trees would be their friend for now, body pressing closely
to hard cold bodies, something not so comforting and yet they'd peer through
the trees every so often as they attempted to escape from their placid ->


ØVallynØ : environment. No words
would be uttered back in response towards the spoken phrase and yet their lungs
ached to say something. If not anything. A knock against the tree, that would
be their response from such a position not so far away. One, two, three ->


ØVallynØ : knocks and then
nothing more. They had moved on, closing the distance more and more
until...they suddenly stopped having spotted something, but barely, through the
trees. What was it? Who were they? Their mind running a mile a minute, mouth
wide shut ->


ØVallynØ : screaming on the
inside and yet so silent on the outside.- ~Who are you...~ The words mouthed
out through plush lips. The air would be clouded with each breath, shaken and
yet so calm, loud yet so quiet. Perhaps it was that time they spent in the
dark->


ØVallynØ : world that truly sent
them into this eagered state of curiousity. That curiousity that could possibly
get them killed. That curiousity that drew them to this burning sensation they
were feeling along their spine from whatever it was. Knock knock. ->


ØVallynØ : Another rap against
the tree they stood by...-


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : :: A black figure, a statue of tall,
foreboding instinct. He would surely stand out against the beautiful snow. For
his livery; charcoal and silverly armour, and the splash of color - emerald
shoulder cloak, clasped at his neck. The fabric braced his


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : spiked ankles. A noise. A rapping not far.
The mancer's eyes cast to their sides. Golden torrents, fierce in nature and
bright in design, narrowed and then, with lissom motion, he moved. Turning on
black ankles to face where the noise appeared to have


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : been birthed. Hunter gaze searched the
graveyard of nature, deciphering the different shapes of the dead giants and
what may be lurking between their shadows. He could have sworn of a voice.
Somewhere. But faint it were. With confidence in this strange


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : land, The Servant of Grenth lifted his chiseled
chin. And nostrils flared diligently for the hopes of catching a single scent.
Those arrow shells for ears, elven appendages flicked forth, then back against
his silvery skull. Listening intently. A


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : soft wisp of the breeze was most evident
above him. But he knew that were natural. Something was around. He could...feel
it. He could hear its heartbeat. That terrible rythym calling to the
Necromantic side of him. A step was taken. Singular though it


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : were, it were full of strength and purpose.
His voice called, to the dark. To the line of the trees. A dark melody of which
many found intruiguing and had no idea why. " The shadows can not hide
you. " ::


ØVallynØ : -So alive and yet so
carnal were those eyes to which watched this creature of the darkness lurk
forward. Shifting quickly they hide more so behind the tree, perhaps in
changing of their mind and yet...they'd change the side of the tree they were
looking->


ØVallynØ : out from beyond,
shifting themselves perhaps in an attempt to get behind such a creature. Closer
and closer they brought themselves and then, they'd become still in their
steps. Another knock came from the tree they were towered under. Giving away
once->


ØVallynØ : again their position.
It was almost like a game of Marko and yet both players seemed to be drawing
closer and closer to one another on purpose. The shadows would be their forte
to study the being more from this vantage point having moulded in with the
->


ØVallynØ : tree in their
attempts to be nothing more than a mere part of it, to become it and thus cast
the same shadow. The air was cold, tickling to their nose and with that came
the sudden sneeze. They dried to muffle it, tried to draw it back in, but
failed. ->


ØVallynØ : They could only prey
for the time being they would not be found just yet...but with such nature as
this before them...there was very little hope in mind...And so, that breath
would be sucked in, holding onto it for the time being, increasing their
heart->


ØVallynØ : beat all the while.
No knowledge of the being before them, no insurance that even now if they
wanted to...they could not escape so easily...-


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : :: Senses developed, for over a humber of
hundred years. Even more. Useful in such a situation. The tapping continued and
the Mancer's visions abruptly focused to the tree where the sound came. Then a
swift exhale of breath, a rough sound of expelling


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : an itch from ones nostrils. His jaw clenshed
and then lids of pale narrowed over topaz slants. The attempt to hold ones
breath in did little more than provocate the impending finding of
this..creature. Which he were sure was humanoid in fashion. That


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : raise in sudden melody of organ sang within
the Wizard's ears and he eased forth. Towards the tree in question. But
something happend. He did not just walk to the tree. He became a sahde of
exsistance. Unhuman speed and agility swung his lithe body


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : around the skeletal giant. And with a growl
he would thrust an arm out swiftly, a hand would reach to grasp into the
shadow. To perhaps capture the playful sprite within strong fingers and cold
grip. ::

ØVallynØ : -That single breath
that had been held so long would suddenly be expelled in an gasping manner from
the surprise that was bestowed upon them. They surely had felt something coming
closer, and yet they couldn't process this movement quick enough to ->


ØVallynØ : counter from it. They
were pulled from the shadows, given nothing to hide within despite what they
wished for. They had been caught, and from the tones of aggitation in that
sound...this wasn't a pleasant finding so far. Feet attempted to stay planted
->


ØVallynØ : in the ground, to try
and fight against whatever had a hold of them out of natural instinct and yet
they found themselves to fail. Such naive youth was perhaps to be wasted
tonight. The hood that hardly did much for them would fall, revieling the ->


ØVallynØ : achromatic locks more
that sat upon their crown. Hands to reach out, tender and nimble yet trying to
force whatever bad news they'd think to have a hold of them away. No protesting
words left their lips, only a silent struggle if it was to be granted.->
ØVallynØ : What did this
man have in store for this being of soft features? Who bound themselves and
gave birth to no words? Life? Death?-


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : :: A successuly gripping came to material.
Knuckles tightening to white blunts as the Mancer pulled backwards to off set
the being. The sound of struggle entered his ears and he would hold fast even
as the hapless hands came to grasp at his bracers.


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : hello.))


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : No essence was given to the attempt to
struggle against the firm grasp to collar material. And with a suprisingly show
of strength, the tall man swung the lithe body of the stranger around and into
the natural light. Away from the shadows, The


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : Necromancer could ponder the beings purpose
now. And he was intrigued to notice the flurry of white locks against cobalt
flesh. A soft featured male stared back at him. At least his appearences at
starting glance seemed masculine. Yet he spoke no


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : words of protest to this rough treatment. A
silvery brow rose as he held the strange fast against his will. Alive with the
rushed flurry of motion, Necrotic energy seeped sensually from his pours to prob
the life of the one being held. They tested the


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : vitality of the vagabond, and it would feel
similar to a distinct cold breeze to hair folicals. Carnal, baser eyes, tainted
the wolf-gold glared into those opposite him, searching and seeking answers
before no words came. But now his voice arrived, that <


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : curve of the words, lilting and commanding,
" I do not appreciate games out here, stranger. Why were you
hiding?..". Eyes searched the face. But the more he looked the more he saw
the softer features of the person. ::


ØVallynØ : -Like a rag doll they
would be gripped about to try and throw them off balance. Steps were attempted
to keep from falling and yet they'd find themselves suddenly being pushed out
into the natural light. Eyes shot up, looking for that source of light and->


ØVallynØ : all the more cursing
at it from the inside. What was he to do now? Sky blue eyes shot back to the
man, hairs standing upon end as breaths were huffed and fingers gripped his
bravers more so. What was this he was doing, this feeling that made their
spine->


ØVallynØ : quiver and their legs
to almost become weakend? No, they would hold themselves up and stare into the
eyes of the devil for shear spite. Brows knitted, pushed about and quivered in
the intense environment the muscles under that thin skin of her temple ->


ØVallynØ : their temple*


ØVallynØ : created. The fighting
had stopped long when they had been pushed from the shadows and yet they'd
continue to scream on the inside at him. Lips parts. Nothing. No words would
stroke his ear with knowledge only the glowering stare of piercing blue. They
->


ØVallynØ : had a face, and that
face looked like another face. But they were never the same. Fingers loosened
upon the bracers so suddenly, considerations to pass by, words to be thought
out. Lips parted again. Nothing. Mute? Possibly, but never be mistaken for
->


ØVallynØ : what one sees.-


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : :: Pinncles of cold shuffled against the
material of the stranger. Not loosening the person in question, not showing any
sign of dropping. Oculars of bronzed yellow continued to bear down upon those
of ice blue, questioning them always and thundering


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : futher than their features. As he waited, he
noted the flurry of notches, the distinct movements of the individuals
expressions. It were stranger. This being appeared male at first, but now, as
the Mancer peered, the sex seemed hard to determine.


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : Perhaps this was why they did not talk. For
fear of discovery. A loose growl was portrayed, a gutteral sound which vibrated
through his body. Suddenly, the Mancer to Death pushed the stranger back. But
still he held onto their collar, forcing them to


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : step back quickly. Untill their back would
contact a dead tree. Hard and cold and uninviting to have been pushed into.
Drawing in, the Wizard was close. He tilted his features as he tried to discern
what exactly was up with this individual. Comely face


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : appeared to become strewn with intrigue, but
ferocity still reigned. " If you do not speak. Or at least attempt
communication, I am afraid I will have to force your voice out". The words
were spoken with some form of softness, but they were stern in


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : meaning. He would do it. And there was no
doubt that he would. ::


ØVallynØ : -It went from a game
of Marko to an interigation it seemed. Being forced into that tree caused a
dull ache to their back and suddenly became noticable in the shuddering of
their breaths. Fingers reached up, attempting to grasp at the bracer that
held->


ØVallynØ : upon them and try to
force the being back. Never before were they to be threatend over something
like this. Perhaps they were naive and wouldn't think for the being to be
mute...or too smart and they knew just what was to be attempted in hiding.
->


ØVallynØ : It wouldn't be of
good, they couldn't quite find themselves of their words. How many days had it
been since they even communicated with another being anyways? Surely this one
being wouldn't be of so much trouble as they protrayed and yet perhaps it was ->


ØVallynØ : the very fact they
masked them of their soft features which would become the troublesome it was
certainly portraying. Lids pulled over blue hues, tightening the flesh for a
moment and then suddenly turning them to stare up into the eyes of the ->


ØVallynØ : necromancer.
Shuddered, a quiver through the spine, quaking in their breaths to this beastly
divine. Taken a back, they'd stare in an awed disposition...-
"Stoop." -The words left, cradled with the thick accent of the
underdark yet the single word was ->


ØVallynØ : whispered. Shaken by
the force before them. Shaken by the world before them.Shaken by the power
before them...Could he tell even then what their gender was? Despite the way
the word was spoken? Oh certainly even that small word wouldn't give away their
->


ØVallynØ : gender...-

­··Vąląfąŗ·· : :: The hard expression of this male subdued
somewhat when the one drawn out word was fashioned. Ears of arrow-tipped nature
would fold forth, to listen in rememberence of the said word. What was this?.
As it ran over his mind he realized what gender


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : the strange had disguised. It was meant to
sound...ruffled. Indistinguisable. But those senstive ears picked out the faint
height of the word, the subtle nounces of feminine. Coursing golden eyes ran
all over the diguised females soft face, intrigued


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : the attempt to trick. After a while of
probing the ice ovals and searching the face for more clues of budding female
attributes, he relaxed somewhat and dropped the material. Shooving it from his
grasp and then standing straighter before her. His


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : chins lifted defiantly and those lips
tightend. Narrowed lids of ashen peach tightend his stare upon her, pin
pointing her very soul and heartbeat. Well, he had got a response. And so he
had let the grip go. But his guard was never down, should she


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : try to pounce suddenly. Much taller, his
vision seemed to bloke out most of her sensory vision. And his exotic voice
seemed to fill her ears in whispers, "Good. I would not have liked to use
force upon you. This place is peace for me. And although I


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : am the purveyor of death, I do not want to
cause yours." ::


ØVallynØ : -The way this man
looked at her was rather uncomforting in all honesty. But that would perhaps be
expected for someone who was being stared down upon by a rather aggressive and
serious opponent. There it was, she'd be settled down upon the ground with
a->


ØVallynØ : more relaxed feeling
to that wool cloak that hid the many features benieth it. She'd almost expect
to feel the wrath of the man despite there only being one word, and even in
that word, it did not answer his question of their where abouts in these->


ØVallynØ : woods...It was still
uncertain however, whether or not they knew truly of the gender for the being
before them...it wasn't distinguished in the mans words, and so she'd attempt
to avoid it...Showing him she could speak was enough, right?...->


ØVallynØ : Barely stepping back,
they'd find fingers to press deeply into the naked bark behind them, breath
capture his scent and the chilled air which hurt her lungs. No complaints would
be made for such a cold feeling they felt however... Again those lips
would->


ØVallynØ : part as if there was
some purpose to be spoken and yet nothing could come out...Her chin rose,
mimicing him just as he had with his chin. Brows to follow soon afterwards and
then...Now why was she staring up at the man who threatend her? Perhaps his
->


ØVallynØ : words indeed were
like a web that captured its prey; a fly, so easily. She wanted to sink down to
her knees, to do something only a slave would do which was odd. But no, she
wouldn't try to put her head between his calves and clutch his legs. She'd
stay->


ØVallynØ : in her spot,
pretending to be high and mighty just as he was. Ears...achromatic tendrils...feirce
eyes...firm lips...The constant stare upon his facial features as if she wanted
to memorize it for future refrence. He had more answers than she seemed ->


ØVallynØ : to...he was far more
superiour in both age and wisdom and yet here she stuck, attempting to mimic
his moves as if she was trying to be like him for that moment...-


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : :: The cold draped, around his slender
figure. Playing with the hem of jaded woolen cape, and lifting it to make
gently sounds. Silvery tendrils, played havoc with jawline and over left
visage, but no attempt was made to remove them. Curious, he


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : watched her still. And then to his gentle
amusement, her similar lift of chin. A last ditch attempt to appeare more
masculine than she were. And although her appearence had fooled even him at
first, now it were obvious of her feminity. The robes were


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : wrapped so tightly abound her chest.
Flattening the mounds there as much as possible. His gaze had traversed there,
but not in any lude sense he gazed. Only intrigued and curious to her intent.
Golden ovals rose slowly to her face, trying to face up


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : to him as she stood there. So sure that she
were of female, he did something rather suprising. Well. It would be a shock to
her, but to him it was mere protocol. He slithered closer, making her neck
perhaps tilt against the tree. Bending gently at his


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : abdomen, his hand came forth and grasped her
left plane of hand. Taking the shade coloured appendage within his much paler
and bigger limb. He rose it gracefully to his lowering head and placed cold
lips against the back of her hand. Brushing the pale


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : arches of he against the smooth, soft skin
of her cobalt appearance. The kiss of her hand lasted but a few seconds, but it
was proper and respectful. Even despite the previous agression he had showed. A
complete contrast. For this reason of such


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : startling contrasts, people often thought he
were insane. How wrong they were. He stood fluidly, lowering her hand back to
her side and standing tall again, grinning subtely. " Lady. You fooled
me...almost.." ::


ØVallynØ : -Easily did ears
listen to the sounds about. The way the world was so dead and yet despite this
man being a necromancer, there was life within the sound of his movement and
the clothes he possessed. Eyes flickered so quickly, darting over the hair that
->


ØVallynØ : caressed his jaw
line, and dared to hide that other eye from their view...somehow she'd find
herself cussing at it on the inside and almost compelling it pull the hairs
away from his eye. The way his eyes moved, she could only be certain for what
it was->


ØVallynØ : that man had his
sights upon, although what was she to say in protest if she wasn't certain the
man even knew her gender...It was answered, an unexpected step from the man
which almost had a rise in panic within the depths of her void. Feet would
quake ->


ØVallynØ : and nothing more for
that long moment she stood, watching as he came closer and perhaps she'd take
into that that he'd reach out to grasp at her chest, to attempt in answering a
certain question. But that seemed not the case here. Perhaps after all, it
->


ØVallynØ : should
be remembered that, despite the pointed penna...this man was no drow..at least
to the eyes. Why on earth was he bending towards her? Pressing her further into
that tree as if making her want to dread this whole moment even more? His hand
was ->


ØVallynØ : indeed rather larger
and far more paler in comparison to hers, and yet it seemed dead with the cold
that curled about it for the longest of time. Nothing she was too bothered by.
Staring, that was all she could do with soft plush lips to part while ->


ØVallynØ : witnessing and
feeling this mans lips press into the back of her hand like some
gentleman...Lids narrowed a bit, brows knitting in confusion and yet she seemed
less bothered by this act. It was far more favoured than the way he handled her
at first ->


ØVallynØ : after all. And then,
when he pulled back, she seemed to wish the kiss was proloned, if not for a
moment longer...Alas, she could not ask, and perhaps would never...at least
thats what would be thought of for now. That grin seemed almost smug, but that
->


ØVallynØ : was self thought, and
she'd have her own cheek muscles pulling upon the corners of her plump lips
into a grin herself. Forces or not, she was trying to mimic him again. This one...wouldn't
last as long as that chin being lifted would however...->


ØVallynØ : "So eet seems
Aye-ve been caught..." -Just as the whispered word before that had been
presented to the man, this series would be spoken just the same...perhaps out
of lacking to a conversation...-


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : :: In the eyes of the Death carrier, the
link to the God of passing, if one would dare to even stare so deeply. Those
dead ovals of the thousends slain and taken by him would be noticed. And it was
his burden to bear their lasting thoughts as


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : nightmares. Sometimes he would not sleep for
nights. Other's he was blessed with minor haunts. But nothing seemed to show of
this. To his pale face and collected expression. At her words, similar in
dialect to those accomodating this area, his arrow-


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : tipped appendages twitched. Heavily accented
but there was no suprise in his comely face. Wether he were sizing her up as an
opponant or ally, that much was not clear for his gaze seemed to deep to
comprehend. Stoical and austere manner and face


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : complimented his aashen tone and silvery
strands, they, flying against his cheek again. At those words, he would cant
his head and chuckle amusingly. Though the sound was dark and low, almost a
purred growl. " By myself, aye. Perhaps you will be


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : luckier with other's you meet up
here...". He referred to the over world then, knowing that she was of
course of drowish origin and had to have surfaced. He half turned from her.
Lifting his chin more to the wind, and bracing his lungs with a large


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : intake of the winter air. His flaxen eyes
seemed to be almost illunious at some points, and he would peer at her then.
Through curtains of silver, his orbs reflecting the little night light there
was like a wolf caught in lantern glow. ::


ØVallynØ : -The thousands slain,
including Malthraes men, such a tale yet to behold the ears of this being. Then
again, she hadn't seen Malthrae for what seemed like ages. And even then...it
would be silly for the blind witch to share such things in the first ->


ØVallynØ : place...right? Right.
The way he gazed down at her, it caught her breath and knitted those brows as
if she was troubled by his gaze. Such would be all upon that for she would turn
her attention upon the purring notions of his voice. It in its own held ->


ØVallynØ : dark intentions to
it. But all on the surface seemed too calm to truly be considered anything bad.
At least thats how they'd view it as. for now. She'd not show any acknowledge
to his phrase of words despite having said a silent prayer to herself of ->


ØVallynØ : such an identity not
so easily being revieled...maybe she should wear a fake mustache or
something...Eyes wandered away for a swift moment to this, just imagining
herself with a full thick beared...like some beared lady. Surely then she'd be
in some ->


ØVallynØ : petting zoo for the
insane. Movement brought her quickly back from her thoughts to witness the man
shifting. She'd almost assume he was turning to walk away and yet...he was
looking away, breathing in the death of the air. She could have used this->


ØVallynØ : oppertunity to slip
away yet she seemed to be planted in her spot like some fungui upon a tree.
Damn him for looking back at her. And all she could do was stand in her place
and watch. But what was this? Something was being...compulsive? Damn it, why
->


ØVallynØ : was she stepping
towards him so suddenly? Those hands wanting to raise up, doing it even! Fingers
finding themselves wanting to go beyond the curtain of hair, to pull it back
and reveil those eyes to her once more. Breath held, the world went quiet to
->


ØVallynØ : her in that attempted
moment of compulsive behaviour. Curiousity. Such a dizzy spell, vertiginious.
Senses in over drive, heart a mile a minute yet relishing in the diversity of
it all...-


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : :: He did not move. Even as she presented
herself bolder by moving forth. Closer to the Mancer who had only buy a few
moments ago, threatend to harm her if she ahd not spoken to him. And yet she
seemed intrigued. Curiousity reigned more than fear it


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : would appear. Although perhaps she were not
afraid. For all that he was, he did not radiate a sense of danger. Just....a
sense of the dead. I sense of cold and.. the unexplainable. Even when he saw
that hint of movement for her hand to come up, heading


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : his face, he did not shuffle one ounce. The
only part of him moved, were the flurry of winded tresses and his cape burrying
his ankles in green. Is she were curious, then who were he to stem it. He, a
patron of knoweledge and wisdom, would not think


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : of stunting an individuals curiousity for
something. Although, on the oppoiste end. He -could- shoot his hand forth, to
grapple her neck and squeeze. Feel the excitement of it. But he did not do it.
Nay he remained calm and still for her. Though


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : naturally and rather by accident than most things,
his surround of energy - the magical essence lingering abound him - would be
felt by her. Even perhaps at this distance. The magicka he possessed fed up
life, and so it would be natural for it to


­··Vąląfąŗ·· : lean towards her. ::


ØVallynØ : -Perhaps it was a
good thing he did not move. It made for her own inspection to be a bit more at
ease after all even in that distilled position of her fingers reaching up
heighly to pull that hair back and press it into the crown of his head. Eyes
->


ØVallynØ : stared up ever so
intently, hair parting more so to reviel the tattoo upon her forehead and yet
there seemed nothing abnormal about it. She had one just as Malthrae did after
all...the meaning behind it was not clarified to her however...so his words->


ØVallynØ : would be a loss if he
asked of it...- "..." -Lips parted, no words to pass for the longest
moment perhaps from the feeling she felt coming from him, that feeling that
felt more so like something was sucking upon her. She couldn't really explain
it, but ->


ØVallynØ : the attempts to brush
it off was presented with the tension of her free hand curling into a fist.-
"The world is to snow as you are to blood..." -Whatever was -that-
suppose to mean?! Would he even understand what he was explained as? Surely she
was ->


ØVallynØ : just another complex
organism just as Izzinidia was at times. Using things and terms to explain to
themselves and perhaps to others what they saw the world as... Her free hand
would loosen, the hand to rise and slowly would to place her thumb within
her->


ØVallynØ : mouth. The appendage
to be placed between her canine teeth, deeply pressing up into that serrated
edge to peirce the flesh and thus create a warm blood flow to come to the
surface. The thumb would be removed, showing the obviousness of what she
suddenly->


ØVallynØ : did, and if not
stopped, she would raise the thumb to his forehead to press the bloody padded
side into his forehead just above and centered between his eyes.- "Blood
of the void..."