#xathael

       Clawed fingers untangled the red strands, making quick work as the creature of ancient darkness leaned forward. The hands that ran through her hair now rested on either side of her shoulders. Claws poking into soft, scarred flesh. The other set of arms hovered over her sides. Lips never relenting from its amused grin, watching the fae’s expressions. Black lips hovering over her ear. A mouth of sharp teeth so close to delicate, weak flesh of the neck. It was mouth watering, a feeling of sampling fae flesh becoming more and more appealing. It had been so long, so very long. 

       “To die, to be reborn over and over. By selfishness hidden by the lies of love. To suffer for eternity in a broken body. I can aid you. End your suffering...make you into perfection? Yes...” 

Pits of burning crimson pieced through the veil of orange and void. Her expression natural as a taloned hand came to rest on withering grey skin of the vessel's cheek. "Never shall we be parted." Xathael swore. The hellish glow seemed to blazed with conviction. "Once I was betrayed. Cast out from the Grand Design. Together we share forge the plans anew, our offspring shall be the inheritors. I swear this to you."

Xathael drew Mora close, her lips pressed against the vessel's own. A pin prick of pain, brief as blood painted both their lips.

The sun hid behind the moon as the celestial bodies embraced. An annulus of red that mimicked the symbol of the Black Star. A lake of blood and a landmass of corpses. A figure before a shrine and altar slab with arms outstretched.

Burning crimson pits observing the approach of another. A beacon of desired reunion. A cosmic lullaby that beckoned sweetly. A whisper that the other could not ignore.

"My canvas." Blackened lips of the host spoke, a soulless husk that housed a God. "Come to me, embrace me for I have waited for you." Closer and closer the two beings would be as one. Arms pulled the Host of Xathael close as she looked into its eyes.

A pause, a mingling of thoughts of illusions and falsehoods of conspiring fledgling gods melted as their lips met. A dance of hunger and desire that grew more. Uncaring of the tusks that sliced at her soft flesh. A tasting of blood upon their lips.

A touch set aflame skin as their bodies pressed close. The wings that had grown from Xathael's possession arched and enclosed around her mate as she stepped back. Her clawed fingers dug into the vessel of her mate's skin as she encouraged movement closer to the altar slab.

Their hunger grew as she longed to shed clothing and transform as they danced eternal. The shadows of the two entities grew long and morphed into unfathomable abominations. 

A tattered cloak draped over the humanoid figure. Hunched over as thin clawed fingers held the reins of the steed below. A single luminous red eye peered out from the darkness of the veil.

"A fine and bloody weapon of destruction. A shame you are not one of mine." The figure amused, a dry chuckle turned into a fit of coughs. The black steed's hoof struck the earth in an impatient manner. Dark mist rolled off the creatures black coat.

"I have need of your bloodlust. A mutual arrangement that benefits us both. Skulls you desire and sustenance I require. Bring to me corpses of your trophies carcasses. Once I have regain my fallen form, you may try to take my skull."

The frail figure was nothing more than a carrion corpse. Insignificant before the daemon. A droplet of water before a raging inferno. nevertheless, the figure exhibited an aura of primordial dread. Its withered form a masquerade.

Nonverbal RP Starters // accepting

An amused smile spread across the dead Night Elf's lips. "Well, aren't you my knight in gleaming dark armor." Xathael purred, fingers gently pressed under Nylnysa's chin. With one arm underneath her knees and the other on her back. The Death Knight held her up effortlessly. Xathael didn't mind, in fact she quite enjoyed it.

"He looked tasty, I only wanted a bite. Just a little one." She must feed soon. She could feel this body wasting away, cheeks becoming more gaunt. "Ah, you did not trust me not to soil the dress Lysirae gave to me. Ye have little faith."

What was it? Ahh yes, something about not wearing black 'rags'. Something with at least with a little color and so it was crimson, just like her eyes. It would be a pity. She did quite like it.

       “Shattered across the emptiness of space. As you stare, its vastness grew and invaded your thoughts. The scale of the expanding universe and how small you are in comparison?” A chuckle dry, ringing out like a sour, sweet note. Moonlight shined within the room through the tiny, barred window, illumining the seeming random scribbles. Written in the guardsman's blood in an ancient script that did not resemble Elder Speech. The silvery light becoming tinted. More red as it rose and neared it zenith. To have a she-witcher stare down at her work was most amusing. Laughing in a low cackle like an old crone.

   “Do you feel a sense of the unknown, of dread? As if you inadvertently peaked at something beyond yourself? Of how pathetic your mortality is.” Turning to look over her shoulder, pausing in her work as within the veil of shadows. Her eyes glowed red like a beasts who’s eyes shinnied within low light. 

       The horror, twisted mockery of flesh. Its frame deathly skinny yet hulking as it turned. Sensing the presence, smelling a new perfume of death. Rich, juicy and and oozing magics of death like a ruptured cyst. Within its jaws was the remains of a Kaldorei male. The horror growled as its pit for eyes, like orbs of the richest rubies. Burning and glowing hellishly, cutting through the dark shadows of the high cavern celling. 

       Lowing its head, it dropped the body, snapping its mighty jaws. The sound loud, echoing within the rocky, enclosed space. The corpse, the once druid perhaps, was immortalized in a frozen face of pure terror. The puncture wounds oozing blood as the creature let out a roar. Opening its maw wide as a hand, ashen and covered in saliva and blood reached out from within the depths. Fingers curling around large fangs as it or rather - a female - pulled herself out. Obsidian tresses, clung to her skin, face, breasts and arms as only her torso emerged. Appearing just as emaciated as the horror that she crawled out from. Starving with equal red pits for eyes. Somehow beautiful, a queen of blood and death, draconic horns like a crown. 

       The entity smiled as her long fingers, tipped in deadly claws dug into the chest cavity. Slicing and breaking bones to get to the organ she wished to share. Pulling it free, holding it as if it was the most precious thing. Still so warm, rich with blood. Drawing it closer, black lips parted to reveal large, carnivorous teeth. Sinking easily in the flesh, sucking the sanguine liquid. Biting it as she pulled away. Smiling with blood stained teeth. Chewing as she offered the organ as the eyes of the beast still blinked. Yet its body was unnaturally still. It did not breath.

       “Feast...with...me...”