#rionak

Rionak, my OC from Guild Wars 2.

With shoulders squared and head held high, Rionak strode proudly in through the eastern gate. Her dusky lips were curled just-so that she wore upon her dark red face a smug, yet flirtatious, smile, emphasized by her heavy-lidded deep green eyes which sparkled with malice and mischief alike. Tucked within a fold of her green leafy jacket she carried a clutch of small orbs retrieved from the nest of jungle spiders beyond and not a scratch upon her body suggested harm - this particular Courtier was familiar with such arachnids. She came to a stop and canted her hips, a gloved hand propped upon one, and fixed her dark gaze upon the tall, armoured sylvari infront. He wielded in a clawed, gauntlet-clad hand a sword shaped from nature itself and the blue crystalline blade dripped with golden sap, consequence of the now-deceased Dreamer at his feet. Much needed information had been garnered from her and she was then gifted with death for the troubles. "Sire," Rionak purred, her voice low and sultry as she sensuously caressed the title on her tongue. The red sylvari gazed greedily upon the Baron, awaiting his next instruction. She would not wait for eternity, however, had he not given her an immediate answer, there were better things to be doing than standing idle. Fortunately, he was quick with his response, such that it made her grin with gleeful cruelty to carry out. Crouching by the corpse, she did not care that she knelt in a spreading pool of sap which oozed from a gaping wound to the Dreamer's sternum leading through the torso and out the back of the neck. Her snug, thigh-high boots protected her from the worst but, had she been naked, she would have yet reveled in the sticky substance, intoxicated on its pungent aroma. Rionak's gaze hardened, if only for a moment, at the waste of a potential plaything and convert. She wasted no time for wistful thinking and pushed the thought seamlessly aside, eager to continue. Unraveling her jacket, the red sylvari plucked from it a spider egg and admired its perfect round shape with the darkness at heart. Such is life. Rionak firmly, but gently, pressed the orb to the corpse's parted lips and squeezed it inside. She followed this with another and another and another, until all of the eggs were cocooned by the dying flesh. "Feast well, little ones..." she murmured almost affectionately and rose, allowing the body to be taken away and cast into the hands of Dreamers. What a -pleasant- surprise they are in for.