Boredom left her to dig through everything in the apartment Aeydark, and Sylrissa wanted her to spend every breathing moment in.  “Ren’dorei will be murdered on the spot here,” Maeskia mumbled as she moved to the spare room.  It looked more like a collection of history’s past over a guest bedroom. 

A registered doctor would have what she wanted.  Ah ha!  

Maeskia grabbed the microscope and glass slides.  The siblings had one thing in common, the curious need to look at the world at a microscopic level.  A blood mage Maeskia and a healer Sylrissa shared a few things. 

With her current stage, casting magic was as tricky as swimming in mud.  Her spells felt murky, even the easy void ones that often came to her, as easy as breathing, causing her strain now.   A little blood test would give her answers instead of waiting for her perfect little sister to return to her with all the lab work being pulled on her.  As Maeskia moseyed out of the room, her hip bumped into a goblin radio.  

The radio was added to the bundle in her arms.  Music has always made the world less boring. 

On the kitchen table, Maeskia set up herself with the little experiment at hand.  Everything was cleaned down, and the radio flipped on.  She blinked her violet eyes at the song.  A smirk curled on dark lips; her sister's taste in music reminded her of the club nights with Navarr. 

Finger pricked and a few blood drops smeared on the slide, Maeskia was going to study just what was happening inside of her.  Lynesse and Scarz had given her potions to cleanse the poison.  She could tell it helped a bit but still did not feel whole. 

Not only did she find herself missing Navarr and his crazy mate, but the ache for her laboratory filled her chest as she slid her specimen into the spot.  Eyes peered through the lens as she adjusted the nobs. 

As she watched her blood dance around in her vision, she could see poison droplets still there.  Her magic had turned against her.  Replicating the poison into something new.  “Beautiful…” She purred at the image before her.   Black nails reached for the radio and turned the dial until she found a song she liked. 

He's delighted by Maeskia, curious and hungering for any knowledge she could provide him. The side of him that craves deals, games and teasing...He wants to see more of her and what he can learn...For now

Hit on My Muse

The sweet scent of Twilight Jasmine and Firebloom encasedthem both as he let out a long exhale. One crimson eyebrow rose in question atthe woman, regarding her in quiet solitude only after the statement was posed. “Wellthat is certainly better than I thought you would have come up with byyourself. I was expecting a more lecherous statement given your whims and usualcompany.” He leaned down momentarily, allowing a small flicker of violetshadowfire to touch the pipe before he drew upon it once more.

“You cannot bear this crown, darling.  No … not when you already kneel insubservience.” A small smirk coiled at one corner of his mouth, almostnon-existent. He reached out and tapped her left hand when he had once drawn arune.  “Collars are not always placedaround one’s neck but if you want one, I can certainly get one for you.”

"That so?" He chuckled, stretching back on the bed. "Which part do you prefer when I'm naked? The bastard or the cocky?"

When one lives a nearly immortal life the days, weeks, months, and years blend into each other.  What is an hour when one lives for hundreds of years?  When wrapped away in the silk bands of a cocoon stealing bits of life from her, each moment blurred,  had she been here a few days?  Over a year?  Maeskia could not remember the last time she had a breath of fresh air, felt the sun on her face, or touched another. 

Her greed led her here but not once did she call herself a victim of the spider's play.  Snuggled in tight being feasted on has some benefits, she would witness the spells being created, the gossip being told,  dreams where peaceful, and a sense of peace found.   Perhaps that wonderful peace was part of the poison injected into her veins to stop her struggle, a quiet shrug came from the witch not seeming to mind it.

The creature believed itself to have found an endless vessel of mana and life.  Sipping away at the beautiful elf, its prized possession.

Maeskia swayed in the silent cocoon letting her thoughts drift never landing, never completing a full image of her who she was or what her life had been.  She could have easily allowed herself to slip into the darkness, embracing the shadow’s kiss one last breath. 

Something inside her willed her to take another breath, to use her years of forbidden studies to keep her body alive.  It called out to the world for aid even if the elf, herself had to be trapped in an endless moment. 

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Rested over her desk writing the report for the day Sylrissa listened to the laughter of her preteen daughter and preschool son.  After a day of work and school was over, and now the family settled into their evening habits.  Lily carried Braeden pretending to be a dragon blowing fire at all things her little brother pointed to.  

Life was simple.  One that wars and deaths had threatened to take away.  A scar still rested across the lands.  In this moment the laughter of her children biological and adopted erased the darkness that once plagued the golden priestess. 

*Rissa*.. The whisper tickled the back of Lady Ravenmourns thoughts.  *Rissa*  She heard it once more, letting her pen drop from her slender fingers.  It rolled across the papers, as her body froze in place.  

Without moving, Sylrissa’s golden eyes darted toward her children.  The voice she knew, one she had begged to stay away from her family.  Yet the plead in it, the whimper she heard make panic swell in her throat.  

*Please*   

The warmth of bitter black coffee soothed the dryness of her throat.  Mornings where hated by many who had to rush up and get to work.  Maeskia loved them for it meant another day to gather knowledge of the world around her.  A rustle of her papers heard as she turned through them reading about the underground caverns where war was taking place.  

Shadowfire

Oh, how it destroyed and ravaged homes of mole like creatures.  How dangerous it would be under the hands of those who whiched to see Azeroth burn.. Again.

Her life as above the ground, the owner of Drop Dead Gorgeous beauty products was not about to get her hands dirty on the soils below.   Yet, she needed to know everything she could about the dragons and their turmoil.  Another set of eyes who would report to her daily.  Someone pretty, innocent, and craved adventure forgetting about the dangers it brought. 

Current lovers would offer to tramp down there or send one of their own.  However Maeskia preferred them not to know of her little plans.  Sometimes a woman had schemes no one needed to know about but herself. 

So where did she find her next prodigy?  Perhaps it was time to go visit the isles for herself. 

Fingertip ran along the lining of her corset.  The battle dress hung up for display in her laboratory.  A life she once lived, throwing herself into the darkness to fight horrors.  Horrors she would dominate and make them her own or destroy if they did cave to her.

“I was once full of rage, anger, and cold to the world.”  She had recently told a new friend.  “I powerful and people did fear me.  I made sure of it.  Yet I was lonely.  So many people shoved away.  Hurt by words and actions.”

A child born two months ago; one she could not keep had changed her.  She had created a world that would not be safe for the babe.    Her body so weaken from the magic she used, her own life and his almost lost had it not been for her sister. 

As Maeskia looked at her old battle attire, she felt the darkness of her past dance around her frame.  Sylrissa would keep the child in the light.  Guide it the way Ravenmourn girls should have been.   As much as Maeskia wanted to blame her childhood for her actions, they had shared the same one.  Sylrissa learned compassion, Mae had learned hate.

There was hope in her now that she never had felt before.  A silver lining of the mess that coming back to Stormwind had brought.  A wondrous name the city called Doctor Goldthorn.  He encouraged her skillset but in a different light.  To use it to add people now.    When a world of men had often pinned her down and wished “Mine” In her ear trying to claim her.  He taught her how to walk side by side. 

She was the change she wished to be, he just held her hand across the bridge.  Friends, something she had never had before waited on the other side.    

Maeskia fingertips on the corset pulled away from the elegant dress.  It would stay here in the laboratory as a reminder of all that she lost and all the pain she had suffered.     She had a new life to build. Without the armor of her past.

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So many trapped souls. In the Maw, in soulstones, in bodies that were not their own. An experience the lady knew all too well. Her death was ordered by the youngest sibling, her life renewed by their mother. At least she didn’t end up like the two middle children. Ghouls were unable to talk, feel, or indulge in the emotions only the living were cursed with.

Toes wiggled into the stockings chosen for the day as she pulled them over her slender legs. Her ruby ring soulstone threatened to snag a tear in this pair, which gave her pause. Perhaps it was time to let the soul inside choose to rejoin those on the living side or fall into her afterlife.

Her ring was pulled off and set aside until Maeskia finished dressing for the day. Her mother, Irali Ravenmourn, had raised her to plot each movement like a chess piece. Maeskia was her mother’s pawn after all but she was in the process of being her own damn Queen.

Maybe not as wicked as she once saw herself. Friends did seem like a nice word, in previous life no one was ever given that grace. Before the mirror, she stood finished dressing herself in elegance of Sin’dorei silk dyed to match her new pale skin of the Ren’dorei. The split dress clung to her full curves, split at the hip so her sheer stockings could peek out. At least she could look striking in her continued build to power of her own.

“Come, my dear, it is time for our reunion.” Painted nails pinched the soul ring between them. A whip of her hand and the portal to Eversong Woods stood on the other side. From the enchanted apartment to the whispering woods, Maeskia stepped. Heels clicked on the path up toward the Ravenmourn manor.