Te`Raelabryn was born to a priestess of Kirva within the House of Huican-Lodar within the dorms near Elghnniaft, no so many years ago in darkling time. The dark elf female was raised as any of her kind, powerful, vain, eager to excel. Gifted as those of her house she grew becoming a force to be reckoned with, fame growing at the wicked games the beautiful creature played for her own satisfaction always in service to Kirva, Te`Realabryn seeing herself and her birth as marking her as one of the chosen servants. Strange to see one with such a startling countenance behave like a basal creature, seeking out the pleasures in delivering as well as receiving those dark pains, viewing the twisted pleasures of such as a gift from the Dark Mother herself. As she grew her cruel nature consumed her, the longing for more, that lustful hunger becoming unsated, the impure manner of her hunt only becoming more rampant. Choosing the wrong victim, one more powerful then herself and losing that game, the Dark angel was sent top side as punishment, banished, to learn to walk in the light she so despised. That punishment only increasing those urges, the desire to taste others pains, to force upon them that which was stripped from herself. Revenge taken her illicit games with the innocent, topside, learning to manipulate purer emotions in exchange for others protection, for their compassion. Life moves as it always does, she found herself employment, disguising herself as something more pure. Living with those who walked in the light, that masquerade placed upon her only to protect her true nature. No more tears shed for her in torture, no more screams given as an offering to her sex. That smile grew so tiresome as she began her banished life, that lie given as a shield in battle, the feigning motions of her kindness. People often believe the best of a beautiful girl, this was no different..but then one day..her unlikely savior arose, an answer to her prayers given in silence to the Dark Mother. Cynvalas, the dark one, raping and pillaging the village, laying claim in blood and fluid to all those who would oppose him. Eraelabryn, the name she took in renouncing her birth, in her glory drew his attention, the ravishing beauty of her only increased by her anger, her shock as he took her to her limits, testing her, driving her, causing her such mortal pain that her eyes were reopened, the sounds of those dying about her echoing with the sounds of her own orgasms. Let there, upon the ground as one of the others..she waited...rising only after he had left, only after it was safe. No other had turned the tables on her so...she realized at that point she was a novice, a student to the one who administered such pleasure whilst encompassing such pain. Hunting for him she trails him as one would its prey, not to seek revenge..but to learn..at least for now.It wasnt hard to track the Darkness, the Nightmare. She had but to follow the path of screams, of tears. From village to village she roamed, months, then years passing as the darkling questioned, then moved on to the nearest source of what she could only assume was his amusement. These years gave her time to hone her own sadistic pleasure, those emotions that were in her at times still pure. To the land of Belariath she tracked him, and once there, set upon seeking him out.The moriel, sensually seductive as always, lowered herself to her knees, knowing that Kirva herself had sent her to this being, to be taught, to be twisted, to become like the Goddess herself, unfeeling. She bargained herself as a vessel to him, a shadow of his she would become in exchange for his presence, his mentoring. What called to him that night, in his wrathful ways to agree? The moriel would ponder this for many nights, soaked in the blood of their prey, laying next to him. Did it really matter? It was, she believes because of the Goddess herself, setting in motion some darker plan. His Mate she became, and then she would awaken from the Nightmare that was her haven.
Growing up, such a wonderful thing. Searching for her own Power, her Own Essence. Back into the fold she would be enticed. Back into the Arms of the Dark Mother. Dangerous, compelling the changes that have been wrought within the Moriel. Indeed the Drak had been used for some purpose, her Path revealled to her at the edge of insanity.