Legends of Belariath
Meirin
Golden eyes glitter with the calm of the Ages. Her back straightened with the arrogance of several life times. Time spanning so far behind her that not even she can remember the simple kiss of the Goddess that brought her forth from the darkness beyond.The Whisper became a dark wanderer, the enticing stranger to lure the unsuspecting to their ruin. Few were able to see through her many guises, and fewer still were able to tame the dark fire that burned within her heart. Even those that held her in thrall were eventually left behind, proven unworthy, or simply discarded when the lure of darker deeds called..And so this walking enigma, this consummate actress would make her way towards Nanthalion. The dark wanderer would find it to her liking, letting the wide variety of people and races hide her like a mist that rises from the bog.The masterless woman would float through town, preying upon those who show a lack of perversion, the innocent are soon defiled in her presence.. Those without guile soon learn to be weary of strangers, when she appears..The pale whisper had stopped bothering to disguise her nature, going about as she was, with no compunctions. It was during on of her forays into town when she was snatched up by a half-moriel who was, perhaps, even more insane than the nymph.Ray`el, a half breed slave escaped from the underdark, took an instant interest in the dark nymph. He put her through several tests and watched her for quite some time before he put a collar around that delicate throat.In his tender care, the whisper would refine her love of the darker side of life. Everything from pain, to deception.. And everything in between.. She grew to adore him in her own way, even going so far as to learn to show her more tender side to the man..