Mistress of the Dark

[Mora]

The woman leaned against the maple’s smooth bark, allowing her willowy frame a moments rest. A light breeze, one that tells the coming of summer, whipped through the Copse and the beauty raised a pale, graceful hand to smooth her mass of black hair that strayed across her unblemished face. A white tooth nipped her plump lip in anxiety; she could smell the scent of rain in the air, and as much as she desired her nighttime wanderings she did not wish to be drenched.

It was nearing the midnight hour, and the only light provided was a slice of silver moon; no stars could pierce through the cloudless heavens. The groves were silent except for the gentle wind, and occasionally a hoot from an owl, the ghosts of the trees. The black consumed everything, but the female was not bothered by it. Quite the opposite in fact, she reveled in it.

But her appearance was not one for midnight ambling; she was wearing a Victorian gown of the finest black velvet that revealed a generous amount of fair cleavage. A black ribbon encircled her neck, and sewn on it was a silver crescent moon. The female may have wanted to avoid human activity, but she could not dress in anything less than perfection.

So why was such a fine woman venturing in the abandoned Copse? Well, even she did not fully know. Only that it brought out her true character, the one that withdrew in the sunlight. A Temptress and merciless, she was both of these when the sun sank and the moon rose. She could be looked upon, admired for her lunar elegance, but not touched. She would see that she herself chose her fun, and no one else.

The rain was not yet to fall, and so she would remain a few more minutes before walking on, leaving for the stone fountains to the east. For now she would relax in solitude, basking in the feel of the moonlight hitting her skin. It was her drug of choice, and if the accursed sun failed to rise she would truly be in Heaven.

[Jenn]

Gabryjel slowly wandered through the accursed copse, night’s blanketing darkness keeping his senses sharp as he was forced to reply on more than sight. To any observers, he would appear as a human dressed in priest’s vestments, the unrelieved black with a white collar proclaiming his profession for all to see. Orange-red hair fell to nearly the nape of his neck, liberally interspersed with silver streaks despite his apparent youth. He looked perhaps twenty-four or twenty-five years old as humans measured age, pensive but calm.

A short ways away, his closest friend scouted another part of the wooded area, on the lookout for any humans that had mistakenly entered and gotten lost. This was not a place for them and Pope Kaerjius was in the habit of sending his people to search and patrol the area every now and then for stragglers. They would protect the humans from their own folly, as he often put it. Even one life saved made the endeavor worthwhile.

He hadn’t walked long under the dappled moonlight before he happened upon an unexpected sight. A human woman, dressed in noble’s finery and obviously well bred, stood alone in a moonlit clearing! He was so startled at her unconcerned appearance that it took him a moment to make his presence known.

”Begging your pardon, my child,” he said at last, ”but are you in need of assistance? This is dangerous place for a young girl like yourself to be, especially at night.” Even as he was unable to recognize the truth of her form, so too was his well-concealed by a human exterior.

[Jenn]

((*respectfully backs out* If you come back and ever want to play with this again, just PM me. ^_^))