Legends of Belariath
Siana
She had wandered the lands, hiding by day and out in the nights darkest hours. Always a hunt for that which could quench the Whisper's darkest desires, with the knowledge of her was to twist and manipulate that which may own one such as she. Though that had hardly brought her here to these lands, chased off by a willful Master, who's will wasn't quite what she saught. She came to these lands, an endless hunt it seemed, perhaps she could quell the aching desires that laid harboured within the elusive, yet sensual dark being. Her past was a fleeting memory, one that left her with a sour taste in her mouth, she lived for the moment, the very present of breath. Past things, gave her a chill, something the whisper curled her lips and frowned upon. Wasn't this why she was here? To grasp, and slither through these land like a little hungry minx, hunting, searching, for something that would statisfy her, least for those precious moments? to bask in anothers misfortunes..Such a lovely thought.
Leaves rustled and shifted as a lithe form came streaking through woods that filled the forest surrounding the stream. Unlike a deer which would have crashed through resisting undergrowth, the plants that barred the path of the ashen figure moved aside to allow her to pass. Dark waves of raven curled around her as she moved with an ease to her step, almost wraith like, as Siana walked onwards through the dark forest, making her way closer to the stream. That little cant to her head, the dark amusement within fiery hues, as she tried to looked through the woods, while she moved with a silent ease. Those firey hues peeking up at the trees looking through those spidery trendils with that slow ease to her dainty stride..
Perhaps it was the winters night that brought the whisper out, one couldn't say as she scampered along, with the fog that rose from the snowy ground dappling against bared cool skin. That light shiver of her, the touch of cool metal of her piercings against her breasts sent those little shards of pleasure with the rising pace. She paused for a fleeting moment, perhaps the sounds of the light crunching of the snow, an animal she preceived in the distance, that caught the Siana's attention. But that was quickly dismissed with the whirl of the breeze that kissed upon skin. That little draw upon a pale lip, while she thought she needs to not distract herself so much, a small little laugh as she released that plush, pale lip and the whisper turned and headed closer to the stream that was well hidden in the Forest, as she neary skipped into the thick undergrowth that seemed to part for that dainty feet..
She was distracted, there was something up ahead, someone perhaps that drew her near.. Now Siana had met up with a human, once. That was something the little whisper would laugh about later, when she finially rid herself of the male. He hadn't quenched the dark little desires, the urges that flowed through her to appease that want, within. She had mainpulate him to easily, to the point it grew bothersome, and she escaped him before her tried to wrap a collar round her neck..However this day, there was something in the very air, that hung upon her, nearly drawing. Which led her onwards through the darkened, spidery canopy of the woods.
Dark waves of raven curled around her as she moved with an ease to her step, almost wraith like, as Siana walked onwards through the edges of the dark forests stream . That little cant to her head, but the exquiste little creature grew curious, and that sudden turn those tempting breasts swaying in their magnificent display, with the silkiness of dark, raven tresses scattering against bared shoulders, while she stood there legs splayed, with that little twitch of a leg, ready for a quick departure as she watched the male bathing it seemed quite intent upon himself.. She however didn't move, just stood there watching with the shroud of the forests containing the little whispers whereabouts, or so she assumed.
She watched his frown suddenly when he felt something, or someone lurking nearby... Was the faint rustle of the Whisper's feet against the leafy ground surrounding the spring? Or is it the wind, who had grown slowly more perceptible, and which was carrying a subtle aroma of unspoken promises? Is it even important to know? His ruby-red eyes opening slowly, the giantish half-elf quickly finds that he's being watched, and by someone he wasn't expecting to see, despite his current whereabouts. That slim figure... Those voluptuous breasts, swaying with each of her breaths... That poised posture, making her akin to a fascinated and frightened doe. Another surge of unrestrained desire floods his senses, making him step away from the waterfall, without him even noticing it at first... "...Don't move." His voice, strong and imperious, carried by the night wind, caresses her barely covered skin.
That small little laugh would greet his words, so chilling it was as it lifted into the air.. the small little whisper would walk perhaps a few feet closer.."Have I disrupted something you were doing..?" she would ask with that defiant little chin lifted those fiery hues unreadible, as she looked over the half-elf clearly interested in his nature and what would lurk if she pushed him to his limits. But she would not be so foolish as to simply stay where she was. Definintly not. With that little shift of her, that dark desires that crept up through the little whisper, she shifted her body. Flight seemed inevitable with unrestrained demeanor casting over the dark little one, who watched him. His voice richly strong, demanding, which inspired that sweet taste of fear, that she pushed aside, now was not the time to indulge in such craved sensation.. She would wait but a few more moments, those crimson hues, with there golden flickering flames watched, and inhaled sharply as the male seemed to move. His direction, one could not be sure of as of yet.
She watched him frown slightly, as he eventually recongnize the woman who is standing in front of him. Well, partly at least. At first, her lissom body, with its delightful curves, along with the definite lack of vestments, would hint at a magical nature. But a Nymph, or even Pixie would use such a tone... The woman's voice was as low and sultry, carrying with it subtle and threatening undertones. Her raven hair scintillating in the night breeze were surrounding her head like a crown of thorns, further convincing him that he was facing one of the Nymph's dark cousins. "...You're a Duessa." His tone final, as he wades slowly through the pool, oblivious to his nakedness. Water droplets run down his chest, glittering eeriely. Deep inside, much to his dismay, his desire was howling like a beast yearning to be freed.
Siana's watched the taller male.. She was not very tall perhaps a smigion over five foot one.. In the dimness that was shrouding over him, the mist of the waterfall.. It was hard to distinguish just what he was.. But his tones, the very aura that emitted from the male, bore the tracings of the dark elf, much to Siana's taste. That light little laughter, the sultry undertones filled the area that the male waded through, enchanting her voice, alluring.. "Am I?? simply put, she'd offer no more then this..She watched the trail of crystalline droplets travel his chest, the moons light offer that glittering trail down his chest..Smoldering ember hues watched the male with those sculptured legs shifting, as sensations were threatening the little whisper the nearer the male wandered in her direction.. She could sense the turmoil within, the darkness that so attracted her, seeping from his pores, but she took a step back, waited, watching from the short distance, while he growled softly under his breath, knowing that Whispers had the uncanny ability of liberating his most feral urges. He had crossed the path of a few of those dreadfully attractive spirits, and each time he had ended up losing himself in a torrent of raging bliss. Could it be that they had some kind of unknown power over the shadowy parts of his soul, to make it swallow his common sense like this...? His muscles rippling sensually against the chilly light of the moon, the half-elf finally reaches the edge of the pool, jumping on it with the swift grace of a predator poised to strike. His fiery gaze, smoldering like twin beacons of lava were already roaming over the Duessa's slender figure, so apparently fragile... "...You'd better run away, or else..." His voice was growing husking with each passing moment, his chest tattoo gleaming softly, almost malevolently.
the raven-tressed Duessa could feel her loins heating, the feeling of the wind caressing her stiffening nipples exquisite, made worse by the movements of the heavy gold rings.. With an effort of sheer will Siana ignored her fear, her eyes overly glowing with antisipation, as the half-elf drew near. Those delicate brows rose as she listened to him.. a small dark smirk lifted those those colorless lips. "Mmmm... Run, that sounds to me so very intriguing.. will you chase me, dark one? hmmm???" she asked in her rich, titillating voice, those bare, dainty feet swiveled around, that shimmer of that oddly colored sash, and the whisper indeed would run. But her gait was of an annoyance, incitement, with the hints of her promising flesh, the way it would feel against him, if he caught her.. those sensations seemed to rivit through the whisper, with her little moans of fear such a sweet delight.
That look over her shoulder, watching as he widens his eyes in annoyed surprise as the Whisper starts running away just as he suggested, but with a playful giggle which hinted at an apparent superiority over him. How could she think in that manner? Surely his outward appearance was definitely unsettling, his huge, muscular figure, his burning gaze, making him look like some kind of storm god... Growling predatorily, the half-elf runs after the scampering woman, his heart racing and his boiling blood singing in his ears. This was only a reflex as far as he was concerned. At the moment, the rational, saner part of him could only watch the scene in front of him, his carnal urges having somehow taken control of his mind. Duessas were so attractive... No, they were entrancing. Their desire to be fulfilled through pain and roughness made him shiver in guilty anticipation. The chase is ended in a few heartbeat, the priest now pining the soft body of his prey against the pale bark. The chase is ended in a few heartbeat, the priest now pining the soft body of his prey against the pale bark of a birch tree. "...Why? How is it that you and your kind make me so terribly hungry...?" His reddish gaze fixed on her own crimson flecked eyes...
And with this, the whisper knew that her time coming here would not be wasted.Not like that of her previous Master.. One she despised for his weaknesses, while he tried his very best, to make her love him. Something that wasn't in her to do. Weaknesses within him, were far greater then she came across, and respect was something she saught.. Something she could never give to the male, one of the reasons, she ran in the cover of night. With relief washing over her while she walked through the shadows on the outskirts of this realm, and ventured upon one, that she thought surely was a challenge