Elyon rustled through the halls of the sewers with shadows haunting her every step. She had scrappy clothes and a mask that barely covered her lime green and glowing eyes, and it shone with every step she took. Its glow gave light to the dismal dark of the mossy brick work and as Elyon continued on, she finally laid sight of a source of light.
She'd been exploring further every day and she stumbled upon many great hiding places, which can offer a good escape to safety should her life become even more tumultuous. It was then, as she scrambled past a few fallen and collapsed in tunnels, that she spotted the sickly sight of a Dulofall garden. So, this was the source of light? Elyon asked herself. She knew the answer and the proper reaction: she had to leave.
The state of the plants were miserable, as the sickly things were covered in a white mildew-like powder. As she drew nearer, the air stung her lungs. The small corrupted grove seemed to have a low and barely fathomable hum underneath it. Curiousity got the best of Elyon when she spotted a plant that seemed to be flourishing. Not a speck of its flowers seemed to be corrupted or bursting with disease. Elyon chopped it up to luck as she turned her back to it as she decided to instead get a sample of the Dulofall for her Commander. She had all but grabbed a vial and cap before she was forced to drop it. Two arms had snuck their way around her waist and hoisted her up, and as Elyon desperately tried to wriggle her way out, the assailant gripped both of her wrists.
A rather sweet and lovely, youthful Yanar with bright and color plumes of flowers dotting their head had rushed out and cooed into her right ear, trying to calm down their prey. The witchblood gave a shriek, but it fell upon deaf ears. Hormones filled her head in, and she quietly calmed down and stilled.
She couldn't feel the pricks to her skin, or the blood draining from her body. A few plants gave way and dust settled in the air. As she took deeper and deeper breaths, she became dizzied beyond any point of return. More Yanar could have come and fed off her, she wouldn't know. She could barely even think past the thoughts of pleasure that the Yanar gave her.
When she could finally think properly, Elyon found herself outside the Wraith settled against a desolate post. She hadn't been mugged, but her wrists itched with a furious ferocity that required some sort of salve to be bearable.
Elyon couldn't believe what she had found, so would the others feel the same?
She'd been exploring further every day and she stumbled upon many great hiding places, which can offer a good escape to safety should her life become even more tumultuous. It was then, as she scrambled past a few fallen and collapsed in tunnels, that she spotted the sickly sight of a Dulofall garden. So, this was the source of light? Elyon asked herself. She knew the answer and the proper reaction: she had to leave.
The state of the plants were miserable, as the sickly things were covered in a white mildew-like powder. As she drew nearer, the air stung her lungs. The small corrupted grove seemed to have a low and barely fathomable hum underneath it. Curiousity got the best of Elyon when she spotted a plant that seemed to be flourishing. Not a speck of its flowers seemed to be corrupted or bursting with disease. Elyon chopped it up to luck as she turned her back to it as she decided to instead get a sample of the Dulofall for her Commander. She had all but grabbed a vial and cap before she was forced to drop it. Two arms had snuck their way around her waist and hoisted her up, and as Elyon desperately tried to wriggle her way out, the assailant gripped both of her wrists.
A rather sweet and lovely, youthful Yanar with bright and color plumes of flowers dotting their head had rushed out and cooed into her right ear, trying to calm down their prey. The witchblood gave a shriek, but it fell upon deaf ears. Hormones filled her head in, and she quietly calmed down and stilled.
She couldn't feel the pricks to her skin, or the blood draining from her body. A few plants gave way and dust settled in the air. As she took deeper and deeper breaths, she became dizzied beyond any point of return. More Yanar could have come and fed off her, she wouldn't know. She could barely even think past the thoughts of pleasure that the Yanar gave her.
When she could finally think properly, Elyon found herself outside the Wraith settled against a desolate post. She hadn't been mugged, but her wrists itched with a furious ferocity that required some sort of salve to be bearable.
Elyon couldn't believe what she had found, so would the others feel the same?
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