[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/JZBd50w.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]A moan was inevitable as those familiar teeth found flesh craving his attention. Every touch, every caress of skin from the fellow, and Pfifer was reminded of that connection. Her body was starved for his adoration, and perhaps it showed in the expression she gave when space had been made between them. A divide in the lines meant weakness. Why couldn't they simply find a home in their sheets with lips and tongues hungrily working to capture accompanying affections? Slowly one of her hands would raise to appraise this newest bite, digits padded against the tender marring. Leon would ruin her if she allowed him to. There was no question of this. It was just how, and when, such an occurrence took place for their doomed pairing, and such looming expectations weighed heavily on her psyche. Unable to grasp the concept of losing Leon, perhaps it was best her concerns didn't meet his ears. After all, the duo had a plethora of unresolved issues to tackle before they dwelt on distant possibilities.
Demands made in lustful tones caused the air to catch in her throat. Something in the way his nostrils flared and his gaze intensified left Pfifer all the more hesitant to step away. Slowly, very slowly, she made progress to back step, and when her rear was met with the bookshelf, that hold over the mage was lessened incrementally. In Leon's presence, one needed to be careful not to succumb to the pull of needs and desires. After all, had she not created this beast within him? That wanton, desperate creature lurking beneath pools of blue, undressing her even while her posture straightened to that proper decadence. At times, Pfifer stood with an almost inhuman grace; regal without the garnish. It helped to impose her commanding aura on others, as well as send clear messages regarding her intentions. With her beau, she had been blunt. Painfully so.
Their union was no coincidence. No stars aligned for such a bastardized pact. No, only one woman with ambitions far beyond her appearance could construct such a devious thread of events. A smirk met her lips as she spoke, words a delicate trill of warm vocals. "Then you will have me in the moonlight, and you will be restored." With that, the buxom blonde turned from her partner and led the way down the alcoved stairwell, back towards where they had entered the home. This shell of her humanity, decorated in tomes and texts, it reflected enough of the High Elf to give vague impressions she was well read. If nothing else, a collector of strange baubles and trinkets. One would be hard pressed to gleam more from a scanning of the dim indoors, but Pfifer never took guests in this place, and needn't had reasons to explain herself.
This had been Pfifer's private sanctuary. Now, it was a shared venue for herself and Leon to meet without watchful eyes keeping tabs. No one else could find them here, and while the rest of the world was set to fixate and question this bond the two shared, their inquiries wouldn't breach the dark manor. As her steps breezed them through the hall, the woman stopped near the entrance and motioned for Leon to stand his ground, as there were supplies to be gathered. In such, she moved back the way they came and spent some moments collecting the necessary works citing ways to partake in this particular ritual. Ceremonial dagger, Gnar bone marrow, a bit of twilight bloom roots. Here and there, bits of the whole would be sought, and eventually tucked within a canvas satchel slung over her shoulder. Where it hung, one could tell it had a great deal of materials situated in it's clutches, but of what greater purpose they served would remain a mystery for absentminded outsiders to ponder over.
Such was her way.
Pfifer would return with her satchel, eyes settled over Leon where he had been left to wait, and she made a motion for progress with directional tilt of her chin. There was nothing left for them here. "As I am slave to your demands, let's not waste any more time here. Gloamwood isn't hard to travel to, but it's also more populated than it should be... We'll need to be quick. Cautious."
A hum followed the warning, throaty with a soft lulling quiver as she brought a set of manicured digits through the air. Fingers signed the space, a crackle of static surging while the vacuous groan of rift energy parted a tendriled maw for the Elves to pass through. Obsidian lashers darted in their serpentine corruption, malformed visages hissing while snapping ethereal teeth every which way, though the woman seemed oblivious to such monstrosities. Too familiar with them to take heed. The vortex started small, barely larger than what hole a fist could sock free from drywall, but it expanded over a few seconds until it engulfed much of the foyer with deathly transparent energy.
Both knew this sort of passaging well enough to go alone, but Pfifer extended a hand towards Leon all the same. In this, she guided him in time with her steps, casting both of their figures through the warped porticulum, which bent while they entered-- Enough to pressure the void into snapping closed when they were safely within. There, they were met with the blackest abyss, where even Leon's unnatural glow seemed snuff like a candle after midnight. Their bodies didn't so much stay still as they did drift, but it was all sped along through a passage of time the unascended of Telara would never be gifted enough to experience. Pfifer wasn't one to gloat, but it was in her methods that she boasted superiority; magic granted her such advantages. She would be a fool to forget that. More foolish yet to dwell over what sort of superiority she harbored. There was a time and place for everything, after all.
In a heartbeat, both Leon and Pfifer would be set flatly in moss covered encampment near goblin ruins, bodies incredibly close with hands tightly interlocked. How she held him was affectionate in some light, but also shamelessly possessive. If this wasn't love, then what was?
"There is a clearing not far from here." Stormy hues peered through the fog of the forest before returning to her companion's portrait. "The sky will be clear there, and there should be room for the ritual..." Pfifer let the smirk return at thoughts of rutting and howling within the embrace of the treeline, though it would seem subtle in the darkness; a devious secret she needn't address.
Demands made in lustful tones caused the air to catch in her throat. Something in the way his nostrils flared and his gaze intensified left Pfifer all the more hesitant to step away. Slowly, very slowly, she made progress to back step, and when her rear was met with the bookshelf, that hold over the mage was lessened incrementally. In Leon's presence, one needed to be careful not to succumb to the pull of needs and desires. After all, had she not created this beast within him? That wanton, desperate creature lurking beneath pools of blue, undressing her even while her posture straightened to that proper decadence. At times, Pfifer stood with an almost inhuman grace; regal without the garnish. It helped to impose her commanding aura on others, as well as send clear messages regarding her intentions. With her beau, she had been blunt. Painfully so.
Their union was no coincidence. No stars aligned for such a bastardized pact. No, only one woman with ambitions far beyond her appearance could construct such a devious thread of events. A smirk met her lips as she spoke, words a delicate trill of warm vocals. "Then you will have me in the moonlight, and you will be restored." With that, the buxom blonde turned from her partner and led the way down the alcoved stairwell, back towards where they had entered the home. This shell of her humanity, decorated in tomes and texts, it reflected enough of the High Elf to give vague impressions she was well read. If nothing else, a collector of strange baubles and trinkets. One would be hard pressed to gleam more from a scanning of the dim indoors, but Pfifer never took guests in this place, and needn't had reasons to explain herself.
This had been Pfifer's private sanctuary. Now, it was a shared venue for herself and Leon to meet without watchful eyes keeping tabs. No one else could find them here, and while the rest of the world was set to fixate and question this bond the two shared, their inquiries wouldn't breach the dark manor. As her steps breezed them through the hall, the woman stopped near the entrance and motioned for Leon to stand his ground, as there were supplies to be gathered. In such, she moved back the way they came and spent some moments collecting the necessary works citing ways to partake in this particular ritual. Ceremonial dagger, Gnar bone marrow, a bit of twilight bloom roots. Here and there, bits of the whole would be sought, and eventually tucked within a canvas satchel slung over her shoulder. Where it hung, one could tell it had a great deal of materials situated in it's clutches, but of what greater purpose they served would remain a mystery for absentminded outsiders to ponder over.
Such was her way.
Pfifer would return with her satchel, eyes settled over Leon where he had been left to wait, and she made a motion for progress with directional tilt of her chin. There was nothing left for them here. "As I am slave to your demands, let's not waste any more time here. Gloamwood isn't hard to travel to, but it's also more populated than it should be... We'll need to be quick. Cautious."
A hum followed the warning, throaty with a soft lulling quiver as she brought a set of manicured digits through the air. Fingers signed the space, a crackle of static surging while the vacuous groan of rift energy parted a tendriled maw for the Elves to pass through. Obsidian lashers darted in their serpentine corruption, malformed visages hissing while snapping ethereal teeth every which way, though the woman seemed oblivious to such monstrosities. Too familiar with them to take heed. The vortex started small, barely larger than what hole a fist could sock free from drywall, but it expanded over a few seconds until it engulfed much of the foyer with deathly transparent energy.
Both knew this sort of passaging well enough to go alone, but Pfifer extended a hand towards Leon all the same. In this, she guided him in time with her steps, casting both of their figures through the warped porticulum, which bent while they entered-- Enough to pressure the void into snapping closed when they were safely within. There, they were met with the blackest abyss, where even Leon's unnatural glow seemed snuff like a candle after midnight. Their bodies didn't so much stay still as they did drift, but it was all sped along through a passage of time the unascended of Telara would never be gifted enough to experience. Pfifer wasn't one to gloat, but it was in her methods that she boasted superiority; magic granted her such advantages. She would be a fool to forget that. More foolish yet to dwell over what sort of superiority she harbored. There was a time and place for everything, after all.
In a heartbeat, both Leon and Pfifer would be set flatly in moss covered encampment near goblin ruins, bodies incredibly close with hands tightly interlocked. How she held him was affectionate in some light, but also shamelessly possessive. If this wasn't love, then what was?
"There is a clearing not far from here." Stormy hues peered through the fog of the forest before returning to her companion's portrait. "The sky will be clear there, and there should be room for the ritual..." Pfifer let the smirk return at thoughts of rutting and howling within the embrace of the treeline, though it would seem subtle in the darkness; a devious secret she needn't address.
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