The Void Witch

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··Vàlàfື· : :: In the tremored caverns of the mind and shadowy phantoms of the thoughts encompassing his wised mind, much was stirring. As perhaps it always did. For the Mancer was not without cause for thought. At the foremost of his whispers were no doubt the oddity of scripture slid under his portal a night passed. Even as he had heard it slide against wooden earth, he knew who had procured it. The wondrously strange Vallyn. Many beings had he encountered throughout the time he had been upon this living plane, but none as complex and strangely driven as that drowish female. The letter lay upon his desk amongst other scrolls of request and updated news. Although it did not belong there. The mancer was not experienced with infatuations for him, nor of the allure he presented. He was what he was. His vision a production of nature’s oldest ritual. He was by far the least vain person, and recognized comments of his 'beauty' as void. Thanking whomever had spoken the words, but not dwelling upon it. Although. The depth in the words written by the drow were more darker. She spoke of he creating something within her. Of whispers and demons. He surely had not realized his impact. And if she appeared, he would question her. He, not meaning any unrest for her. Livery atop his figure; simple sleeved tunic of ebony tone and silvery embroidered hem and collar. Wherein it were corded loosely. And typically, it was tucked into skin fitted breeches, a steel gray color. Cavalrymen boots worn to feet and slightly heeled to 'clip' the flooring if he walked. He stood peacefully within the main tavern proper. He had stoked the fire to alight and now thoughtfully watched it's dangerous dance; it leaning away naturally from the cold aura he possessed most times. ::

¨Vallyn¨ : -For the most night, it was nothing but a chilled factor upon her being. The void was a cold place after all, and that seemed to distinct something was winning for the most part in this whole constant quarrel that portrayed no surveying vantage for the arsenic coloured drowess. Each night she'd whisper to not close her eyes, over and over until it seemed even that turned into nothing more but a slow stream of words that crept her into nothing more than a nightmarish sleep. The underside of the bed held at least some comfort during that all so longish night to which held her to listen and wait in sucking breaths for the sound of footsteps upon her door. Nothing came it seemed and for that she only knew everything was to be prolonged in silent suffering while the void witch would cast her hollow curses into the ears of their minion. But that was last night. The night where she did nothing but stay under her bed, for, for now she had sat upon that bed, staring across the room into the depth of red that quilted the inches thanks to the blood window. Was this true comfort or a constant reminder of what she might have seen for the world if she too was given that dying curse? Would her tears be bloodied just as those other two to which she dared not in uttering their names for it would surely place a high jinx upon her? Hands having once been clasped together in her lap would be pressed into either sides of the bed in order to push her up from the structured furniture and permit her to walk ever so gingerly across the flooring towards the door. Click. The lock would be twisted to open and the doorknob would be maneuvered in order to open the door and enable her to step out into the corridor beyond that room. Upon the large solid object shutting behind her, she'd pause for a mere second, taking everything in, in that very moment. Senses in over drive, an opheliac of some sorts perhaps but that’s just what was to be expected with her, no, not Vallyn...the other her, the void witch that held a divine twist on this lone complex beings history. Shuddered breathes from attempts in carefully breathing would push pass soft shelled lips, finally working up the courage to actually go downstairs today rather than attempt the window or simply keeping to herself in that hollowed world of a room. Stopped. At the top of the stairs to be exact, those eyes peering down them in observation for a few seconds before continuing her way down, one step at a time...But to where she would go after reaching the bottom of those stairs was...uncertain by this point.-

··Vàlàfື· : :: The telltale wake of sound alerted to arrow-tipped ears. And they would gently reel back against the silvery mane of his head, listening to the early morning. A glance was given out the corner of dangerous goldens, then would taper with the hint of curiosity as to what being may be around. Ah but the scent was obvious. For it's trickling mingling absence from previous days was now stronger. Faint it had been for the owner of it was rarely ever seen. But now it seemed drawn out by whatever willed her, Vallyn seemed to be creeping at the far end of the proper. By the stairwell up into the sleeping quarters of the Inn. A breath was given unto his chest, and the large structure moved upwards before lowering as he exhaled. His arms were drawn to his back as typical of his stance. And his eyes returned to the bleeding fire, the warmth still not able to fight away the unnatural cold surrounding his pores and person. Metallic tresses were tied into a loose tail, hung at the base of his nape, allowing strands to frame the chiseled veneer and unguise the runic tattoo upon his left flank. He wondered whether to speak. But held his lips. His presence no doubt strong within the room for his tall shadow cast across the floor like some shadowy golem. ::

¨Vallyn¨ : -Stopping, just at the bottom of those stairs to cast those glances towards the man which held his back to be the audience of her presence. A glower came for mere seconds and yet it disappeared with no real purpose behind it. Blue hues had found themselves to dart about the room in hopes for some sort of distraction yet there was none. And so, what else was she to do? Surely she couldn't just start talking to the man, she didn't do much of that before in the first place. Although plots were thickening despite his presence which made the water to rise. Lids decreased the surface area of her eyes, leaving to show a look of discomfort in that minute that seemed like many. The door. She'd make her way towards the door and perhaps then she could discourage the discomfort from discarnate that crept along her so eagerly and filled her with....well, she wasn't quite sure by this point of what it was, but never the less, it caused her to try and exit the building, if not to prolong whatever meeting would be inquired between the two individuals. Perhaps a long walk upon the bone structure of the lands would settle feuds within and bring a more tranquil setting to the mind. Even now, he could surely hear the adrenaline rush that caused the blood to pump faster, to beat against the tricuspid like a drum and create the very beating to the music of life that existed of her. Despite this escape, her eyes had held to capture some glances of him...attempting with a bleak future to not get caught in those times of peaking. Who knew, maybe she'd be rooted to the floor so quickly by a simple word from him...-

··Vàlàfື· : :: She was sneaking. Attempting to escape. Ah but such sweet discomfort she were feeling. For his necromantic soul would soak it up. Her negative emotions and unsure thoughts. She could not truly escape him. For one with such strange burden and heavy atmosphere could hardly be ignored by a being who's senses were sharp and deliberately trained. He still, even as a cornered smirk would appear, not look to her as her feet shuffled to the portal of her freedom. But truly it seemed his presence was a prison to her. No matter how gallant and chivalrous he was, and was noted for, still and rather contrasted against, the slice of devilry and mischief remained. And it was this part of he, the Necromancer, which reveled in her unease and discomfort. His great shoulder's shuffled suddenly and he made a move towards the fire. Simply and elegant. But frighteningly powerful. Even if in such a simple move, the fire cowered before him. Hissed even at the strange aura the Death dealer held. Teasingly he knelt to the burning hearth and using long digits, took upon the stoke to prod the fire with iron spear. But as he did so, lips parted and then his voice filled the strange tension. " Please. You should not make it so obvious that you are trying to escape me, My Lady. But. It is of course your right to go where you please. If it is truly outside, then of course you will leave. If it not...well...only you know the answer. " A sullen curse of a tone would praise her ears no doubt, and as usual not in a hate-filled accent but its mere subtle, calm song. ::

¨Vallyn¨ : -Such an effect as this had only caused an affect upon the person who had stopped near the door to look back at him and witness the way the flames cowered as if some sort of minion that screamed in agony...Red tainted blue although such mixture in the right of her eye would be unknown to her despite the very presence of that woman being beckoned closer to the surface so noticeably from within. Would he feel the very essence of this discarnate now? Perhaps a little devil told him of that one night in that one room long ago to which changed her life forever. Malthrae, the rapid dog who spreads her infection of disorder to the world if only to gain something more out of it. Had she fallen by now? Surely not the blind witch...Breath. She had to remember to breath in that long moment of attempting to keep the control over her body that was being ever so threatened by a hissing voice. Something compelled her to turn around, to face him fully but even then she could not just simply walk over to him in that moment. At least that’s what she thought although it wasn't her who had control over that very option. A sudden stop came, eyes staring down to her feet as she had finally regained that control. It gave her the briefest of moments to think. Of course as to what she was thinking about seemed uncertain and almost chaotic in its own. She wanted to show him something and yet her arms could not move from her side. Was this another tactic of evasiveness? But oh then her legs started to move again and surely even then he would be the one to see the frustration of this matter at hand that was planted upon her face.- "Make her....Make her stop..." -Whispered just as always.- "She can't have my body...its not her's to take..." -That head began to shake. She was within feet of him really, fighting to not get any closer despite the dark agent at work within that laughed in their own hysterical way.-

··Vàlàfື· : :: Those arrows would flicker and nostrils worked to scent. And all at once something odd entered the air around them. And firstly his ignorance to it was maximized when perhaps it shouldn't have been. The shuffling of pained footfalls surely bought perception orbs to where she stood in a secret battle of minds. Then as she padded closer, her limbs seemingly strict and stiff, he rose softly. He turned slowly as those wild orbs trained dangerously upon her odd behaviour. Her limbs; they seemed not wanting to move. At all. As if she were stopping them from doing so. The desperation upon her facade, her palm shuddering and unbalanced suggested something even darker going on beneath her exterior. A silvery brow was given in intrigue as she spoke in the exotic tainted whisper. Even now, her crawling unwanted and undesired. He witnessed the hue change within orbs of cursed mind. What truly was going on within this woman?. His grin was wiped and now his expression stern and focused, trying to decipher endlessly. A stare. Deep and potent was shared with her own shadowy orbs, lids came abound to taper in suspicion before soothing lyricals came to her. " Who is trying to gain your body, My Lady?. Try to tell me. " He said to her with serious impression. ::

¨Vallyn¨ : -She almost bit her tongue yet the muscle would be slinked back more into the depths of her throat to cease this drastic attempt of a hostile take over, and for a moment that set of eyes would stare up at him with yet another conquest to capture her words. Eyes would be drawn away, feet having taken control for the mean time, sending her to step back once or twice. She had control still, that was good at least...- "Never be strong enough. Never be good enough." -Putting herself down, admitting defeat perhaps? Already the other eye was beginning to become tainted with red just as the first had.- "Mother...Witch of the- " -Something caught her tongue, teeth more so which caused her breath to be sucked in and held as the sudden sensation of this new pain was held. It wasn't that which held her full attention however, but the scars upon her back that were whispered as a reminder of why she should give in. Arms would shift, folding in the front of her under flattened breasts as nimble digits grasped into her arms as if a vein attempt to stop the throbbing pain. Her tongue would be ripped away from between her teeth causing the flesh to be torn and paint her lips and the inner walls of her mouth in red. The voices, not just the witches were becoming louder and louder as they warned her not to close her eyes...whomever they were, they didn't seem to be helping despite these warnings...-

··Vàlàfື· : :: A slight cant in his head would come. The words fractured and meaningless in his understanding of this situation. Those protrusions for ears spread against the silvery tendrils of his mane and golden spear-heads ran down to the Drow's mouth as crimson painted it suddenly. A furrow of brow deepend to what was happening to the strange individual and Valafar wondered if Vallyn's sanity was at stake. Or if there were a real threat trying to explode outwards of her. He were not a mind-reader, and the guess of what was occuring within her was void. Despite this awkward situation which most might have ran from or just ignored, the Mancer found the whole predicament intriguing.

Just as he found people intriguing. But as she had stopped in her wordings suddenly and then bit down upon fleshy tongue, had that meant something or someone was not wishing the Drowess to speak?. A thoughful growl erupted from the Necromancers throat although it sounded rather threatening. Perhaps unexpectedly, Valafar stepped closer. His booted feet sliding across wooded earth and to sit infront of her own. His tall visage dominanting over her in a shadow. He lifted an arm and then a large palm to her face.

With firm touch and fingertips, he clasped hold of her face; her cheeks specifically. His thumb; upon one and other powerful digits to the opposite. And in a manner of inspection, he held her fast there with the grip, slowly turning her head from left to right. His sagacious ovals of flax running and taking note of her face as he turned it to his command. His chin lifted smartly as he bought her head to look upon his, tilting it up gradually. Then. He would glare, unmercilessly, into her changable orbs. Crimson versus that of the norm. What was happening?.

Perhaps he were searching for something to show. As words seemed not the answer....unless she would refuse to connect through the manner of eyes...::

¨Vallyn¨: -Surely it would seem her sanity to be at stake with the very sensations and corrupting situations she was constantly at war with...She would dare not to back up just as the necromancer made his way towards her own being and toward over her in such a way. Surely both beings would gain control of her where abouts and have her stopping either way...so what was the point? His fingers felt indeed in control, so in control it seemed almost as if he was even winning over the void witch that so desperately attempted in taking control of her very self not more than a minute ago. She held her breath, something she was at least within the power of doing and so suddenly gave within to the power and allowed him full control of moving that delicate structure of hers. Surely even he saw the way the tainting was becoming a bit overwhelming...but even then, even as the world was going to crumble, she wouldn't dare to fight him right now...Such a daze to be in...Vertigo at its best, hypnotized like some drug was given in unusual proportions and she couldn't snap out of it. Could he see within her mind? Why was he staring like that? And oh as the crimson flooded over thin lids, so too would she seem to weep and so too would she begin to shake. So why was there to be a chortle passed soft shelled lips and eyes to seem far from scared so suddenly? Was she losing another battle, one with the structure of her face? Oh surely that tone of voice was to not be hers...it was far too deep within the accents of the Underdark...holding its own lethal dose of intoxication.- "Xun dos saph vel'bol dos kyorl?..." -Drow words...drow words?... Something Vallyn never gave birth to for words within the presence of anyone… so why now? Unless that wasn't Vallyn...maybe Vallyn was gone so suddenly, like a snap of something...A void within a void of the mind where she laid upon the cold nothingness and stared off into the nothingness. She wasn't all that gone though...She heard words, felt things, tasted things yet she lost that one important factor it seemed. Where was her ability to move body parts? Was she truly not strong enough to fight for that sort of control?-

··Vàlàfື· : :: Such a change in distinct. So much so his gaze of search halted. Staring deep and undecipherable into the eyes of another. Perhaps. Lips halted in any sort of breath for the moment. They stayed solid and thin as cavernous mind waved over thoughts and answers which were off the tip of ones tongue. No struggle was seen nor even thought about. Which surprised him. Her reaction for being handled roughly before was most understandable. For she kicked, launched and struggled. Not now however. Those words. He could not speak drowish, nor understand them. A language he had not really sought out to learn. He tapered ovals and noted that the tone was...familiar. What was this? The voice clearly did not belong to this individual. And a name, although perhaps void in reason for saying, floated off his tongue to the nether; more impulse he spoke it. Something pulled his lips for it. " Malthrae...". It was not a question. And it was spoken in a dark whisper. Fingers strong and firm had not moved from the soft cushions of her face, and rather stayed put. Dominating and perhaps puppeteer movements if she truly had no wish to move herself. ::

¨Vallyn¨ : -Was he right? Or maybe it was a different witch...surely one that even the blind witch could only avoid yet not rid herself of. Perhaps the hysterical laughter that left her lips, and the way her eyes gleamed with something else would mean there was a different answer. Hands went up, fingers moving to grip the wrists of the man and dig nails into the flesh, surely to brand it if he did not act upon stopping her.- "Veir...jhal xusst." -Surely if she was caught, wouldn't she attempt in speaking english? - " Il zhahus natha elg'caress vel'uss Usstan belbaus nossta ulu. Whol Usstan tlun Sabinatra. L'c'nros d'l'neantak" -Now this sort of communication would be so much more easier if she just spoke english...Or if Vallyn had resurfaced, but that seemed a bit distant by the way she knew nothing of getting out. It was after all, always her mother who dismissed her of this place...Not she. This woman, if she was able to grasp a hold of his wrists then or now, would attempt in prying the hands away from her face so she could move her head closer...such a gleam in those eyes of rich blood red, cheeks still stained in tears as the sign of a hostile take over and yet even then, surely up this close he could see the accent of blue that lingered and, perhaps if he had the knowledge, surely he would come to realize that Vallyn had yet to leave fully.- "Mmm...Ji gareth...dos morfeth ussta khel ache whol dos...Valafar." -His name to be whispered, husked out like some sort of seduction party. She truly wanted something from him and yet surely he would not be able to put the pieces together if this puzzle was already as complex as it was...-

··Vàlàfື· : :: The mocking instant told him all. And the locking of feminine pinnacles to his flesh made his golden spears traverse to the digging talons. Ache was instant, but he did not flinch through it. And even when she spoke and started to prize the grip of him away, only surfaced then the nefarious grin which only belonged to him. Although his name stated was strange to be said with the hissed words of Drowish. Vallyn's self was lingering on the outer edge of her own mind. And he could see it. Just. In her eyes the blue was minor but still there. He spoke in response, his voice it's nonchalant self. Accented curling with smooth liquid words. " Perhaps, you would leave this body and delight in showing yourself to me in person. Then, you can speak my name with your own lips". A swift jerk was given to her head before he pulled fingers from her cheeks and took in a calming breath. Chest raised obviously and nostrils flared as scents ravaged his mind. Upon his flesh of wrists, there the markings of her escapage. Though perhaps more dangerously...the subtle wavering of the Mancer's fingers...::

¨Vallyn¨ : -How inviting it would be to leave something such as this possessing status she held over Vallyn's body. But could it be possible for her to even leave the body? Wasn't she just a metaphysical substance that was given this chance because of that being called Vallyn? If that was even Vallyn's name...She smiled wryly, and yet, there was no saut out attempt in doing anything such as that.- "Tisk tisk." -That head canted in a shaking manner from left to right. Those legs to soon begin in attempting to circle him at this close distance, as if in some part of her mind, she thought she was the fairest in the land.- "Ele orn'la Usstan rin'ov ssinssrin ulu xun nindel? Ji dos shlu'ta plynn uns'aa doeb xuileb jivviimin dosst 'chev...abbil?" -If she was able to fully circle about him, she'd suddenly find herself facing him once again, eyes of blood staring at eyes of gold. But then...an idea struck her and she began to turn away from him, moving towards the stairs it seemed with that slender and yet covered arm to raise up and her index finger to beckon him in following her. At least if they were going to meet...if she was going to do as she planned, it was away from peering eyes that she'd rather this be done...Perhaps in a room, with comfortable seating like a bed...Oh yes, she had thoughts trickling in her mind, and hopefully to her, this would work out as she liked it...-

··Vàlàfື· : :: No sight was given to her as she circled. Only stayed his eyes to ahead, into thought and suspicion. Predatorily ovals followed the possessed to where she sauntered over to the stairwell and used the finger to beckon. His athletic body turned softly to the directional pass of her body. Still she had used the language he was not familiar with, in translation by any means. But. Then it begged the idea that even if she were to speak in common, how was he to know if he would understand that?. For so far her words seemed...wayward. A narrowing of dangerous orbs would be her only answer for now, as well as the guttural growl from deep within his chest. He was not all too unfamiliar with the guises female beings tended to pull over themselves in seeking something more. He could see and smell the very idea on her; anticipation and overflow of hormonal changes. Albeit, not of Vallyn's purpose. Instead this...creature which had overtaken her hapless self. He began to wonder if it had been this soul who had written the scripture which laid on his desk still. Instead, with strong gaze with the intensity of a thousand suns, he kept eyes to her. Until that is, he slowly turned from her and took graceful steps towards the fire again. Perhaps it was a dangerous thing. Turning his back to someone who could be volatile. Ah. But his senses still focused entirely on her. He would know if she made a step. ::

¨Vallyn¨ : -She'd stop at those stairs, that head to turn, facing an ear to him and yet...even now he would surely not understand the hollow threat written upon her lips...Perhaps it was not Valafar she had to work on, but Vallyn. A sudden reminder perhaps to that of which disobeyed...seeing how the man seemingly had his back to the woman. Never the less, there was still time. And rather than attempting the sneaky act of moving up behind the man, she continued her way up the steps. Each step had a hollow sound to it as if none of them existed. That movement seemed high and proud of something else, maybe snobbish in their own ways and yet they would continue to move up those stairs and towards the burgundy door. All along the way, clothing had been undone, discarded was of that shirt on the stairs in fact. Leaving the bareness of her arms and shoulders to be shown with all those pierced scars...Of course, the rest of her torso was tightly bound up...but that wasn't stopping her from removing any more of the material. The leather string of her pants would be next in undoing. This was all so odd...the man wasn't following and yet she was making Vallyn’s body become exposed...Something Vallyn took careful action in not doing. Was this to be her punishment? Or were these just the preparations for what would come next...Already inside, Vallyn was suffering. The faint incantation of words to fill her head of...that night...A night only the blood of the void clan would know of...and the cult that followed...-

··Vàlàfື· : :: The rustling of material managed to drag the visions of molten metal to the side. Glancing to a state in atmosphere where he could listen more distinctly than see. Arrow-tipped appendages would tune to the footfalls of her as she ascended. How long was this being going to curse Vallyn, he wondered. It was more so the best interests of the Tavern and its inhabitants that the situation would need to be dealt with. And perhaps sooner rather than later. Many times on various days and nights, he had passed by the Burgundy Portal, only then to scent the iron stench of life. It was Vallyn's business. As was any whom kept to their rooms. But there was something unbalanced there. And he had just seen why. But truthfully. What was it a Necromancer could do in this situation. He knew how to inspirit corpses; enchanting rot and dead bones to move and bid. Or smite those in the name of his deity, feeding the souls of the suffering to the Master. But of possessions? Perhaps the only person whom could beat this was Vallyn. Her own willpower as the weapon. Against a better judgement, he turned. And silent steps were taken in that sleek walk to the bottom of those dark stairs. He listened....::

¨Vallyn¨ : -Eyes stared at the window that held nothing more than the red of blood from an artist at their best. Lips curled into a mocking smirk and yet as suddenly as it came, it seemed to disappear as eyes rolled back and Vallyn regain control of her nude body. It was all so abrupt and yet she was unprepared for such a sudden change in possession. The floor was hard as she hit it. Landing upon her front side only to knock the air out of her in one swift gasp of breath. A stinging sensation came from each of the scars upon her backside, the four in her arms, the four in her legs and the eight in her torso that all seemed so unified for its own purpose. But why the sudden painful sensation which caused her to gasp? Did she not feel the blood suddenly secreting from each of the markings? Of course she couldn't...It was like string, floating up to the ceiling. Something strong, was it really blood, or just an illusion of something else? Surely this was, it had to be, there were spiders in that blood, tiny ones. Was this something of Lloth. Everything was all confusing, why were these things descending to the ceiling...unless they were already there, already made the attempt to the ceiling with their own webbing, and that was what the blood was crawling up like it was alive on its own. It was when it made contact with the ceiling, with the end of the webbing, that she would find herself...being raised up? Oh now this was all too much! Where did these spiders even come from? Were they hoisting her up? Fingers curled into fists, toes reacting the same way as she took in a deep breath as the last of her body stopped in touching the ground. The spiders had accumulated at the ceiling, as if they caught the largest of a prey and it took all of them to hang on. Now wasn't this the sight to see. Suspended in air, naked and yet it would be thought at first that it was not the spider webbings that held upon that flesh, but the blood.-

··Vàlàfື· : :: The air changed and all at once his instinct was to move. He took one step and was vanished into the velocity of his movement. The blur of motion realigning now as he came to the corridor above. Wherein, clothes strewn from flesh and laid crumpled unwanted. A passive but narrowed glare was given before he stepped over, and then adjacent the doorway. The vision of what confronted him made his step halt and golden slants widen in rare surprise. What was this? Vallyn upon the ceiling strung by what appeared to be arachnids and...her own blood. Struggling in suffering she appeared and writhing within barest of flesh. In acting, the Necromancer slithered in the room, mindless of what else lurked. And with fingertips unfurling, lifting them and pointing to the tiny crawlers upon the ceiling, a flick of his wrist came. Suppressed magicka lifted from inner reserve, and invisibly it traversed the air with a delicate word of spell from his lips. Cold bolt, unseen but felt down to the core would envelop all around her body, and attack the inner workings of the arachnids. Slowly. And painfully, it would halt them. Their legs stalled and froze and the webbings grew delicate and fragile with freezing. Soon a tell tale crackling was heard. And for the weight of her upon the fragile mazes of web, they would snap in turn. But he was already under her. And when she would fall, his arms would snatch her from the fate of the floor. ::

¨Vallyn¨ : -When thinking back, she brought herself to remember that day, the cold blood running along her legs in search of the ground, the incanting words that rumbled through her ears and the very sight of that blade which would cut her open and allow her entrails to fall to the ground in one steamy pile as the life drained from her. So why hadn't she felt it now? Was there to be no blade to end her today? Her body seemed to go into a tense spasm from the bolt. At least she was not to suffer as much as those spiders, at least not in this very split second of her exposed body being zapped upon contact with that magicka he casted upon her and them. The sudden feeling of gravity having full affect would take over, and so suddenly would she witness the floor so suddenly coming closer and closer until. The breath came out of her and this odd feeling of arms catching her would have her fingers moving to clutch whatever was underneath her. What was it underneath her? At least her tears weren't bloody as they leaked from her lids and fell to the floor. Now he at least had a closer view at her backside at this angle. Of those scars that were now open and of the ying and yang koi tattoo upon her back with its own respective meaning.-

··Vàlàfື· : :: A brief tear of golden suns was given to the markings and the scars of torn flesh. A lowering of brow fashioned and as did the tightening of lids against glassy eyes. A grunt was given as he hoisted her weight strangely for a moment, but then moved with graceful motion towards the bed. With ease he slid her downside against the pushiness of the surface and removed his arms from underneath her. He leaned back upwards with a tight breath given, and absently shook his head to rid stray tendrils of silver cursing his pools. He removed questioning eyes from her and then to the ceiling where the spiders had stilled in animation. The blood, froze too. Shining gently in the limited light of the room from its frosted appearance. In an occurrence such as this; odd as it were, he accidentally slid into Eldarin tongue, the sound rounded and exotic. "Mani marte?..". When he realized though, he repeated the question so she might understand..." What happened?..". He did not pretend to know or understand at as this; odd as it were, he accidentally slid into Eldarin tongue, the sound rounded and exotic. "Mani marte?..". When he realized though, he repeated the question so she might understand..." What happened?..". He did not pretend to know or understand at this present time what had gone on. And even though her flesh was in it's rawest of forms, his eyes still strayed to her unabashedly. ::

¨Vallyn¨ : -The naked bed seemed far more comforting on top after what had happened, and yet, as much as she wanted to snake underneath and hide from that mess, she found herself to turn her head and gaze up at him with no sign of embarrassment in her eyes... Mani marte? What sort of- oh...that must have been what he meant...what happened...- "The witch of the void...She tried to punish me for not listening to her..." -He saw her flesh, saw the scars that she tried so hard to hide away and yet she made no move to hide them. What would be the point? Slowly that body shifted and rolled her onto her side facing towards him. Arms laid bent and loose in front of her, legs bent at the knees and pulled up closer to her form.- "She banished me to her world just so she could take control of me..." -There was more to that yet she went quiet so suddenly. This bed to be her comfort, and his presence to be eerie and...well, did she find it comforting as well? Oh surely this was just another trick from Sabinatra to get him into the bedroom...- "She'll come back again..." -Whispered once again were her words becoming...Those eyes to gaze off down to one of his thighs as she went into thought of what would happen next.-

··Vàlàfື· : :: His gaze never faltered from her hues of cornflower. Out of respect mostly for her form was as nature intended. Which ultimately he did not find offensive, nor he was shy of. He was never coy. Never embarrassed. Acceptance and the idea ultimately. He had listened intently to her words, intrigued more so. His head had canted softly as those elven appendages had twitched subtly through veils of metallic. It was quite a feat to try and push someone from ones mind. And the person whom was the puppet had to be strong of mind to resist the lulls of a mind manipulator. It would almost be as hard as fighting oneself. Wise oculars lifted and then shifted slowly about the room. It's appearance less than what he had seen it before she had come to rent it. He shifted then on feet of leather to pace towards the bloodied window. Stained and darkened with essence of her life liquid. A pale frown would rapture his comely face before he would glance at her over his broad shoulder. A brow of intrigue lifted against the frown. Almost questioning her on why the blood had been painted upon the pane. But the words that came out were not what his eyes were portraying. " There is little doubt that she will try to reclaim your body. And it is difficult to say how you must resist it. What does she want from you?...". Although he should have known. Perhaps the answer was merely this. The Witch wanted to taunt, torture and play. ::

¨Vallyn¨: -The way he walked towards that window and examined it...She was almost waiting for him to say something of it and yet no words seemed to come to her ears of it. No, he seemed far more interested in Sabinatra than the window...His question was held with nothing, no answer, no wandering off the subject...she seemed to be gathering her thoughts on that before they would finally grace his ears with something, if not anything...- "From me...she wants the bloodline to continue...from you." -Was that a "she wants it to continue with your help" or a "with you, she wants something else"? Oh surely he could just imagine. Had he not encountered a drow before? At least a matron under the principals of Lloth? Malthrae was a destructive creature in the private eye and yet even she could not do what Sabinatra did...- "Ever since I met you, she's had no other ploy...Is it because she wants what’s best for me? Or herself?..." -Questioning herself really... She'd pull herself up to a seated stance and shuffle back until she had the ability to lean into the wall while facing him. That head of hers canted back, revealing more of that smooth slender neck, legs bent and pressed more of her feet into the mattress while knees came together and arms rested in her lap. - "She's never had her eye on someone like this before..." -Those eyes roamed up to the frozen spiders and blood. - "Then again, there isn't much I know about my own mother anyways..."

··Vàlàfື· : :: Her wordings now concise and understandable at least sank down into judicious mind. And with a quirked brow he would turn from the red pane and step in shift towards her. Still unbothered by her appearance as it were. He came near to the bed but at the opposite end where he would raise a muscled arm to lean against the column. His head turned from her and eyes of golden torment shutted to the light. One oval opened as she mentioned the witch in question was her Mother, and he would then look down at her with strong, potent eyes. " I am not the right person for what your Mother wants of you". He knew little of Drowish society, only that each House was ruled by a Matron Mother, the males were treated as lowers and sometimes even the daughters killed their Mothers for the reign of their particular line. But perceptions could have changed as drows had been seen coming to the surface even more regularly. Only one before had he met a Drow. He had been an outcast and had lived on the surface world in the company of others. His mannerisms of being a Drow had been wiped and adapted for life above. Lengthy fingers curled into balls lightly and he spoke darkly, " I am not Drow, neither full Elven. Does your Mother wish to cloud the bloodline of her with a mixture?. I would have thought Drow matrons were proud of their heritages and would have nothing to do with surface elvens..or half for that matter. " He only spoke on what he knew. And even if he were wrong in perception, and she corrected him, he would not be spiteful to it. He would just be learning of something new. Which he craved. But perhaps he was missing the point altogether and the fact that this...Witch merely wanted -him-. ::

¨Vallyn¨: -Even she had questioned her own mothers motives, even she asked why this was what she wanted. She stared at him, looking back to those words planted in her mind before she found her gaze towards the window. - "Try convincing her that you are not what she's looking for..." -A pause came, pink tongue to snake out and caress soft shelled lips with moisture before going back into that dark cavity of hers. - "She came to realize in that void she is in, that her blood line, was tainted and that no matter what she did, it would never be the same way as it was before...so she found nothing to be proud of in what she was." -Eyes gazed down fiddling and fidgeting with her fingers. - "But then she came to realize, I guess, that if you are more than one thing just as she is, just as I am...the possibilities of the strength in a bloodline are endless..." -A light chortle came from such a situation as this. - "She killed so many because she thought it was their fault for everything else..." -Would that last sentence make sense at all? Or were there things in her past that held those words to her breath? Her eyes went up, glancing at this man who leant against that post. It didn't even seem like the lacking in clothing was even close to being a problem... She ached still, not a painful ache... but just as she said in that note, it was that once alienated desire he was bringing upon her... So why hadn't she as well, tried to seduce him, to trick him under the beddings, or even try?… She’d twinge a bit, the sudden feeling like she couldn’t breath, like she was being swallowed up by something. Just a slight bit of red tainted her eyes again, but she’d find herself to grip the bedspread that covered the mattress and begin in taking deep calm breaths. - “Why did you come up here?… knowing she wanted you in a bedroom in the first place?…” –Those eyes found their way up to this pulchritudinous man now… Now what did he have to say to –that- little statement? -

··Vàlàfື· : :: The frozen waste's of life, those eight-legged things from the void had begun to chip and crack. The sound of their little peices dropping and tapping to the floor did not distract the Mancer from his glare to the Drow upon the matress. Her voice. It seemed so casual and nonchalant and stated as a matter-of-fact rather than anything of emotive response. Although that slight dent in her control; white knuckles grasping sheets of the softness caught his golden orbs attention. The slight hint of ruddy tint within her blues, he had missed however. It was at her last query he stood from the tiresome lean he had procured.

He would stare into her, through her even. And suddenly, the doleful grin came to his arches of alabaster. The tip of fleshy tongue sneaked to wet them a mere second before he would turn completely from her vision upon the bed. His broad, streamlined back facing her as he stepped lithely towards the doorway. Although he would halt in step as he spoke over the vastness of his shoulder. " Unfortunately, it seemed my gallantry had overcome better judgement and knowing you were in some form of distress, I came to your aid. You were not yourself. And no matter what bloodline one is, or the wanting result of a posession, you do not deserve to be strung upon the ceiling by arachnids, in just your flesh. At least...not in this Tavern".

Maybe it was his choice. Maybe he saw it as his charge, ever since he had come to look upon this place as another post for his work. But he knew for certain, that he would protect the quaint Tavern and it's inhabitants. It surely did not deserve the attentions of wanting, regretful Witches and the like. ::

¨Vallyn¨: -There had been so much to which happened in the past that even she needed to sort that out in her mind. In truth, it was the culture that would take pride in being the drow beings they were…but oh she knew Lloth was not one to care, for upon the death and birth of a new, it was within that time that more chaos was given a new breath. And lets face it; Lloth loves chaos to come to all for her own amusement. Perhaps that was why she was so successful in doing what she did all those years ago…

Sabinatra had not shown herself much more than the red glint in that pair of blue eyes, and yet she was not gone completely. Was this a sign the woman was trying to get Vallyn to do something on her own? To see if she would do as her mother asked of her? More so was trying to force her really…

When he walked away, the sudden flashing of her heart came and soon she’d find herself to lean forward. To ignore the pieces that made their falling to the ground. To ignore…. well, she couldn’t completely ignore the fact she had nothing on, and rather than continuing in her unclad nature, She pulled the thin sheeting that she never bothered to pull off the bed in the first place and pulled it around her body. He couldn’t leave now…

“Wait, Valafar…” Sliding off the bed, she’d make her way towards him, and unless he was continuing his way towards the door, or even out of it, she’d not reach out to grasp a piece of that material covering his torso. “If it was possible,” A slight pause, eyes wandering away as if she was trying to capture crumbling words, “Would you want to go and visit where she is?” Softly were those tones, as if she dared for no one else to hear such wordings, to grasp a hold that there was far more than met the eye with this individual. They were all for him, for he was far more respected than anyone, Vallyn had laid her eyes upon.

What would he say to her? She could see him walking out of this room, wanting no part in this situation just as every other individual was. Malthrae, tried to solve it in her own ways and yet even that was a failure, resulting in this, that would change even the blind witch, perhaps for the better, or worst. ~We are suffering for the mistakes they made. Because, when the end comes, all that will be left is us. That’s why they hate us. ~ Those words were a constant reminder of, Malthrae’s existence…they were after all, spoken from the woman’s very lips. Was she suffering for her mother’s mistakes? Or perhaps her own… For what she did that night...Would life have been different if she wasn't as she was? Would she have been strung by the ceiling? All these what ifs and how things would play out. And yet she could not think of such things, for she needed to push on through. We fall down so we can pick ourselves up, and in some cases, we need help getting up.-

··Vàlàfື· : :: The Mancer would halt in step as her voice caught his arrow-tipped ears. A slow turn was presented and he faced her as she came to him, now suitably covered. Golden thunderstorms greeted her own flecked gaze before they intriguingly passed along her features. What was this?. She wondered if he would go into the unknown to meet the Witch herself?. Sounded rather...interestng. But rather perilous. If he were to be surrounded by Drowish tribesmen, who was to say they would not try to kill or kidnap him if he went into the dark. A silence had passed between them by now, but it would have sang as obvious that he were in thought.

Flaxen orbs narrowed gradually and the crook of a grin came into fashion upon his pallid face. Well, perhaps it would be amusing at the very least. Taking in a breath then exhaling it as he spoke in the lilting tone of his exotic accent, " Why not. If you can find such a way, I will accompany you". He moved. With grace and solidity. Even such a small motion seemed complicated and practiced to a perfect degree. Precise finger tips lingered forth and took a hold of her hand, whatever it might have been preoccupied with, was forgotten as he bought it up to thin lips. The pressure of the caress was soft but dominating in an odd way, and he kissed the back of her appendage for a lingering moment before standing tall and letting her hand fall.

Bowing his head, for only a moment to her in respectful grace, he then spoke his lasting words again, " Now. If there is nothing else you require, I will return to my quarters and finish corrospondances...". He would not walk yet. Only he waited on her reply with the corrosive glare he owned. ::

¨Vallyn¨: -She meant no sexual hidden comment behind her nudity, only simple nature of not being so worried by it, but surely he had met one or two drow along the way to realize such things… At least he stopped…right? And when he turned around, facing her with such comely features to once again catch her eye, she suddenly wondered why on earth in the first place she was resisting her mother in trying to be bedded by this man…Perhaps there were morals, or thoughts, or doubts. Something had her wanting to not just become attracted to this man by the eye, but by who he was as a being as well… Already each step he took along her path had her following behind him, catching his every way as it was…getting to know him slowly and perhaps he was to be getting to know her (even if she was a complex and “intriguing being” as he put it).

Of course what she had offered him, would be something of a dangerous situation. Something that would require perhaps a lot of things to which he qualified for in ordered to be even offered such a journey. Not to mention, wouldn’t the witch want him alive? Then again, it would be her home field. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about drow tribesmen. But that could be a good or bad thing depending on who it was that had to face what.

She saw the way he had looked at her with those narrowed lids that only set his hues up to be an even bigger focal point than that grin that was placed upon his handsome features. His accent…far outshined any hope or horror, perhaps made the devil envious. She was stuck in that pull, staring tainted blue upon flaxen hues. Some show down in the bedroom. Who will win? But oh, it was already known for he had her addicted. Intoxicated on matters that she could not grasp as tightly as she’d like. Made her art seem far too obsolete. And abused her mind with things and not even knowing it. Or did he know it.

So he would accompany her, such things would be good, might not be pleasant, but who knew how things would work out in the void. So upon this knowledge that he would, she would surely look into it. There had to be a way, everything and yet nothing seemed connected in the void. Or of the void.

Her hand was grasped it seemed, disturbing nothing of the sheet covering her for her other hand pre-occupied the folds as well and kept it still. Taken in hand, by hand as he so gracefully motioned his form to dip into that bowing poise and execute in pressing those lips to the back of her warm hand. It was a tickling sensation really, and one she would look upon perhaps more in daydreams and faux lip pressing just to re-remember the sensation. No one but him has ever pressed lips to the back of her hand in such a way after all…

Her breath was held; waiting for him to remove his lips from the surface they had touched down upon. Did he feel the pulsing of blood as it rushed through her hand and vibrated to the surface? Oh surely he must with how long he had pressed into the appendage, his dominating mannerism easily winning against her.

When he stood up finally and released her hand, it would retreat back into the blankets to clutch the material from the inside while tainted eyes reached up to meet his gaze. Her head would mimic his bowing one with less intention of learning, and more of respect. “Yes, Valafar…” –Words to be spoken during the bow, although a pause came to those words, head tilting up to meet his eyes once again.- “I’m glad to know you of all, would accompany someone such as I to visit my mother…” –When was the last time she had smiled, surely this was not the last, nor the first. But such a distance in time had brought her to pull upon the corners of her lips with those cheek muscles to form a rather bonny smile --more humble than not really. “Very well …I’ll call for you in nights pass soon enough with knowledge of getting to a place where none of another blood has visited…I hope.”

She then reached out all at last to grasp the mans hand, and out of habitual favour if she was to succeed, she’d mimic his motions of bowing at the waist and pressing soft shelled lips to the back of his larger hand, lingering just as much as he did as flesh pressed to flesh. Did hours pass in that moment though? Oh it seemed like so much and yet it caused her to pull back her head, to gaze up at him and then let that hand be released. Her eyes wouldn’t leave his when she stood up straight and awaited him to leave if that was what he wished to do. She’d watch him never the less in her awaiting time. Taking him all in as usual with curious glances. -