Post by Shy`nayne Nathrae Auvryath on Sept 13, 2005 8:37:36 GMT 8
Ramoth: Drown, that is all her reflection can accomplish within his eyes. Slowly her body is being swallowed by it’s corrupting darkness as it seems to scream out to her. ~ Run… break free from the fate you are condemning yourself to. ~ Nothing to fear though right? Nothing at all as his eyes continues to defy the laws known to their world as they stare and puncture her own. A few more steps are taken as fingers trail along the edge handle of blades to force them into a spin within his palm. Muscles relax within hand before tightening again. To he held upside down, their sharp edges point towards the darkness behind him as the black stands of hair continue to sway before his eyes. She is as true as any other female drow. He could feel the strength in her aura, yet he could also feel surprise… hesitation. Something that is not common within a female which holds such a rank in their society. She is courageous indeed yet also playing against an unknown enemy. The cards she hold can’t help her in this game as she would stare into the darkness and try to take make sense of the expression her opponent shows… the cards he hold. “Surface trash… if I were just trash then you have been demoted to the clean up crew. Something not really worthy of your title is it.” A strike is sent towards her yet it exists only as words. Truth… fact that would discard her words or further hurt her pride. Heh the way to manipulate such taunts… always fun. But alas, this fun would have to end, more would dare invade his sanctuary now that they had found him. Another place shall become his home. Steps are taken further as a shadow exists between them. It is nothing much really, simply a construction of darkness created by moonlight and a post. Nothing that can be used as a weapon… in other’s hands. Body draws closer towards her before hands dare to locks weapons within the folds of bandages. Fingers then points towards the form before him as a resonating clap dares to disturb the silence that has fallen. From within the center of hands, a fog of darkness arise and quickly consumes his body as eyes close and breath is held. “ Venorik Elghinn : Silent Death “ is all that is whispered before his aura would become non existent and hers dare to fall prey to the gas. Whether she would breath it in or not would determine her life. Either way, he would slip from her grasp and that of the hatred spawned within her. Through the plains of shadow his body walks as the reality he leaves behind continues to hold her alone with the bodies of the dead.