Recent content by Larewen Dragana

"Unpalatable is precisely the reason I am here," she said, her voice quiet enough as not to be overheard. "These kinds of people are rarely missed, and I prefer to toy with my prey; I want to see the fear in their eyes when they come to the realization that they are doomed." She grinned, a...

Larewen reached for the candle, but not before she reached into a pocket hidden in the outfit she wore and withdrew a small silver case. Opening it, there were black cigarettes, but they gave off the smell of clove. She swiped one and then offered Rainer one. The woman reached for the candle...

Larewen couldn't remember the last time someone brought her a drink. Or someone acting friendly. She wondered if there was something the strange, beautiful woman wanted. It was hard for her to take simple acts of kindness seriously, what with her wanting to destroy the world for some people...

Larewen saw Emmeryn enter, and her mismatched gaze followed the woman with curiosity. Her dark skin, those orange eyes... they were unique. What she didn't expect was the woman approaching her where she sat. Sometime between their entrance, she'd fetched a glass of wine, which she picked up and...

En route to his destination, Rainer may or may not notice an awfully overdressed woman sitting uncomfortably at a bench, but by herself. If not, well... she definitely saw him. An untouched cup of grog lay before her, along with a book of some sort splayed open. It didn't appear to entertain her...

Larewen strolled through the richer districts of Alliria, her fancy garb a lot more common among the womenfolk here. An emerald bustle gown clung to her short frame, undoubtedly tailored precisely for her. Black gloves obscured the cursed flesh of her arm and hid only skin on the right. The...

Another one of those wicked grins flashed across pale lips beneath the cover of her veil. Larewen found the man to be amusing, more so than threatening. But then, Larewen rarely felt threatened. It was a thrill that she long missed, and it was a dance the elf could certainly partake in. “Only...

Larewen laughed. It might have been a guffaw if she hadn't caught it early. Instead, she softens the blow of her amusement for no given reason as she turned his head from side to side. She released him a moment later. It wasn't the first time Larewen had been called a monster--in truth, the...

Larewen opened her mouth to respond to the quip about her choice of apparel; she knew she bled wealth, and that was part of the fun for the twisted elf. She only hoped someone was stupid enough to assault her; they'd only find themselves face first against her magic, as opposed to the easy job...

Disappointment glittered in Larewen's mismatched eyes, his acquiesce to her demand was met too rapidly for the elf to have any real fun. Her own sneer curled her lips and her eyes narrowed. With a wave of her hand, the thick fog moved back toward her, following its previous trek back to the...

The fog doesn't hurt him; she was using it as her eyes, as she had when she could see from neither and only the right one showed those threads of magic that guided her for some time. It was cold, though--the mist that blanketed the ground around his feet. Its dark fingers were colder than the...

The soft chuckle did not escape the keen hearing Larewen had. Her head turned toward the rasping sound and her lips opened, baring pearlescent fangs to her attacker--assuming his eyesight was as good as hers, if not better. It didn't click in her mind that clearly Adrian possessed the superior...

And she was hit--but not in her unholy, reanimated heart. Close, but not quite there. A startled hiss left her lips, the pain following just after the thunk of the arrow that pinned her to the tree. It landed nearer to the center of her chest, and around it, her blood oozed. If you could even...

It was a dark, cloudy night, and it was a small Allirian town that Larewen approached. Small enough that she was toying with the idea of enslaving them--turning those she didn't kill in feeding to undead husks of their former selves. She pressed her tongue against the pointed canine of the right...