10-15-2017, 07:31 PM
THANA.
(as black as your soul)
Sinful, insidious creature, Thana is.
She is never still – always moving, always tucked away within the darkest of shadows and beneath the heavy cloaking of nightfall. Her physique, lithe and nimble, moved effortlessly through the dense fog, shrouding her pathway and enveloping her in its gentle caress. Her shapely but muscled legs weave through the foliage, through maple and pine, while the dismal gray and soulless black of her eyes peer into the menacing darkness. Quietly, her journey is spread from the dense woodland of her own domicile, into the sullen shadow of Hyaline, and to the northern border of Nerine, where the salty brine of the crystalline sea seeps into her supple, indigo painted flesh.
Beyond the pale horizon, the sun has begun to rise – it had been quite a night. She had found her way to the jagged coastline with stealth and with precision, and when she found her victim resting in stillness amid the tropical fronds, sheltering her from the vast and open celestial sky above. It had taken little more than a rounded boulder to knock her unconscious, and with deft prowess, she had unwound several long, supple vines, winding them around her front and hind legs, before stifling her will to speak (should she wake) with a single vine ensnared around her muzzle.
It had been too easy, to assemble a display of fronds tied with thread woven of fauna (her telekinetic ability had complete manipulative control of the organic matter, once it had been cut and severed from its source of nutrients and left to decay and die within the warmth of the summer air). No one had seen her come, and no one had seen her go –
Neither the Queen, nor her followers, had noticed.
Tantalize was gone.
She was hers, now.
She can hardly conceal her wry smile, tugging at the corner of her mouth as she becomes still alongside the Nerinian border. She did not come alone – there were others, lurking within the shadows, patiently awaiting her call, upon her command. The Queen would be foolish to make a move, or to attempt to make her captive, too.
A price would be paid.
A price she would not pay willingly.
A bellowing call is made, echoing through the coastline with a cynical, cackling laughter to follow it as her sharpened teeth unsheathe and bare themselves within her equine mouth with a smile –
What would the Queen give for a loyal follower, for a sister of old?
She is never still – always moving, always tucked away within the darkest of shadows and beneath the heavy cloaking of nightfall. Her physique, lithe and nimble, moved effortlessly through the dense fog, shrouding her pathway and enveloping her in its gentle caress. Her shapely but muscled legs weave through the foliage, through maple and pine, while the dismal gray and soulless black of her eyes peer into the menacing darkness. Quietly, her journey is spread from the dense woodland of her own domicile, into the sullen shadow of Hyaline, and to the northern border of Nerine, where the salty brine of the crystalline sea seeps into her supple, indigo painted flesh.
Beyond the pale horizon, the sun has begun to rise – it had been quite a night. She had found her way to the jagged coastline with stealth and with precision, and when she found her victim resting in stillness amid the tropical fronds, sheltering her from the vast and open celestial sky above. It had taken little more than a rounded boulder to knock her unconscious, and with deft prowess, she had unwound several long, supple vines, winding them around her front and hind legs, before stifling her will to speak (should she wake) with a single vine ensnared around her muzzle.
It had been too easy, to assemble a display of fronds tied with thread woven of fauna (her telekinetic ability had complete manipulative control of the organic matter, once it had been cut and severed from its source of nutrients and left to decay and die within the warmth of the summer air). No one had seen her come, and no one had seen her go –
Neither the Queen, nor her followers, had noticed.
Tantalize was gone.
She was hers, now.
She can hardly conceal her wry smile, tugging at the corner of her mouth as she becomes still alongside the Nerinian border. She did not come alone – there were others, lurking within the shadows, patiently awaiting her call, upon her command. The Queen would be foolish to make a move, or to attempt to make her captive, too.
A price would be paid.
A price she would not pay willingly.
A bellowing call is made, echoing through the coastline with a cynical, cackling laughter to follow it as her sharpened teeth unsheathe and bare themselves within her equine mouth with a smile –
What would the Queen give for a loyal follower, for a sister of old?
Just a little thread of Thana coming to tell Nayl she has stolen Tantalize for Sylva, and to list terms of return.
