Shadows parted like curtains at her approach, digits outstretched to brush against old gates. Skin hissed as if she had placed her hand against a hot stove, iron rendering her flesh raw. Pulling back she licked across her fingers to sooth the burning sensation, using the covered part of her shoulder she bumped against the gate. Creeks and groans assaulted her ears before it gave way and granted her entrance. Stepping forth to hallowed ground she closed her eyes and let glamour slip away.
Human physic flickered then gave out like a dying firefly. Alabaster skin stretched across a lean frame, dark eyes outline with silver and gray, attire slowly changing. Corset hugged her frame like the embrace of a lover, material parting to dramatically show the curve of her breasts. See-through black lace crawled along her shoulder and sides, covering skin for the sake of tempting the eyes. Edge of her hips had corset surrendering to the clutches of silken material. Polished hide of an unknown Fae fashioned into form fitted pants. Across hollowed ground she silently moved, sharpened heels of her boots sinking through packed ground as easily as they would move through flesh.
Faded moonlight danced across her frame, giving her an ethereal glow as if she was one of the dead. Senses fanned out across the grounds, tasting the bitter remains of sorrow somehow reminded her of home. The joy of torture, the chill of death…it could all be found here. Smiling showed off teeth a little too sharp to be human, incisors curved to slide against one another when she closed her mouth.
Here she didn’t have to worry about playing human or being formal. She was free in a sense. No humans around to watch her, to pick apart the differences, no monsters to hunt. She didn’t even have to worry about other Unseelie finding an easy mark in her. In a world of cruelty only the dead held solace for her. Uninjured fingers brushed against stone surface of warn grave marker. Glancing towards the faded name she moved to sit atop it and relax. Muscles of her back ached, skin taut to reveal parallel ridges on either side of her spine.
Leaning forward she moved one hand to adjust her top, slowly beginning to loosen the lace, every intention on shedding the clothing when the monster rumbled beneath her skin. Head tilted to the side, focusing on her senses and what was actually around her. Sliding from the headstone she brushed herself off and ignored the agitation of her back. Closing her eyes she tried to pinpoint what had her suddenly so ruffled.
There.
Just at the edge of her sense she could practically taste the shinning. Seelie. Someone had locked up something nice and tight with fading magic. To go and be bad or to leave and be good, not a hard choice for one like Kalika. Stalking forward she headed straight for this disturbance to her peace only to find an all too innocent looking crypt. She didn’t need to place her hand against the stone to feel the magic was weak, probably centuries old it was finally fading. Nails scratched across symbols of peace, human markings to ward off evil… Grinning like an Unseelie child at its first hunt she gathered her power and cleared her mind. Searching for any particular weak point, any sign that she could get through and see what was locked away.
Seelie magic fought against her own, two monsters over a kill. Here though, she had the upper hand. A few deep breaths to concentrate and suddenly she had pulled the Seelie magic apart. Palm pressed to cold marble of the buildings door, met with futile resistance of time and weight. Darkness was her only greeting as air rushed past her, building taking its first breath who knows how long.
“Lets see the big baddy that needed to be locked away.” Her voice was sultry and alluring, the natural charm of the wicked. Adjusting eyes scanned the inside of the building though her feet remained firmly at the threshold. She was curios, but she was no fool to just rush inside. Instead she stood at the only exit the monster had, ready for practically anything.
Human physic flickered then gave out like a dying firefly. Alabaster skin stretched across a lean frame, dark eyes outline with silver and gray, attire slowly changing. Corset hugged her frame like the embrace of a lover, material parting to dramatically show the curve of her breasts. See-through black lace crawled along her shoulder and sides, covering skin for the sake of tempting the eyes. Edge of her hips had corset surrendering to the clutches of silken material. Polished hide of an unknown Fae fashioned into form fitted pants. Across hollowed ground she silently moved, sharpened heels of her boots sinking through packed ground as easily as they would move through flesh.
Faded moonlight danced across her frame, giving her an ethereal glow as if she was one of the dead. Senses fanned out across the grounds, tasting the bitter remains of sorrow somehow reminded her of home. The joy of torture, the chill of death…it could all be found here. Smiling showed off teeth a little too sharp to be human, incisors curved to slide against one another when she closed her mouth.
Here she didn’t have to worry about playing human or being formal. She was free in a sense. No humans around to watch her, to pick apart the differences, no monsters to hunt. She didn’t even have to worry about other Unseelie finding an easy mark in her. In a world of cruelty only the dead held solace for her. Uninjured fingers brushed against stone surface of warn grave marker. Glancing towards the faded name she moved to sit atop it and relax. Muscles of her back ached, skin taut to reveal parallel ridges on either side of her spine.
Leaning forward she moved one hand to adjust her top, slowly beginning to loosen the lace, every intention on shedding the clothing when the monster rumbled beneath her skin. Head tilted to the side, focusing on her senses and what was actually around her. Sliding from the headstone she brushed herself off and ignored the agitation of her back. Closing her eyes she tried to pinpoint what had her suddenly so ruffled.
There.
Just at the edge of her sense she could practically taste the shinning. Seelie. Someone had locked up something nice and tight with fading magic. To go and be bad or to leave and be good, not a hard choice for one like Kalika. Stalking forward she headed straight for this disturbance to her peace only to find an all too innocent looking crypt. She didn’t need to place her hand against the stone to feel the magic was weak, probably centuries old it was finally fading. Nails scratched across symbols of peace, human markings to ward off evil… Grinning like an Unseelie child at its first hunt she gathered her power and cleared her mind. Searching for any particular weak point, any sign that she could get through and see what was locked away.
Seelie magic fought against her own, two monsters over a kill. Here though, she had the upper hand. A few deep breaths to concentrate and suddenly she had pulled the Seelie magic apart. Palm pressed to cold marble of the buildings door, met with futile resistance of time and weight. Darkness was her only greeting as air rushed past her, building taking its first breath who knows how long.
“Lets see the big baddy that needed to be locked away.” Her voice was sultry and alluring, the natural charm of the wicked. Adjusting eyes scanned the inside of the building though her feet remained firmly at the threshold. She was curios, but she was no fool to just rush inside. Instead she stood at the only exit the monster had, ready for practically anything.