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•ᕗ❈ ᕙ• Features twisted into a mirthful sort as the necromancer shook her head. Raven tresses fell from her shoulders with each shake and a laugh soon left her. How to indeed. “What trouble have you gotten yourself into now? Hmm, fire mage.” Still the grin remained upon the witch’s lips as words slid past in almost a coo. This story of hers ought to be interesting. It always was.
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‶ You reek of death. ″
( It is unusual to see the Princess so brimming with apparent displeasure. Such is the effect of evil. )
•ᕗ❈ᕙ• A sigh left the witch as the other's words met her. It was that obvious or was this one more perceptive? Regardless of how, her company's displeasure was evident. That alone set Liliana on her guard. There were no sweet words that would mislead this woman she feared. No, the necromancer had to think for a moment before response was made. Only her gaze lingered upon the fairer features of the princess before her.
--Lips tightened after a sigh left. Today would not be simple, would it? Her own displeasure slipping through the cavalier facade. This one seemed closer to those crafted of white mana, angels, yet not quite. One would call her holy in a sense. This would not be enjoyable. "You are mistaken. The whole world reeks of death. I am merely part of it. At least for now, I should add." Honestly, she wished not for such an inconvenience. "And you reek of over-expensive perfumes and powders. Death is natural. Which is the greater sin here?"
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“Hey, you! Guess what?" Her voice lowered for the next part, coming out as a sweet, mischievous whisper. "You’re beautiful!”
•ᕗ❈ᕙ• Could have the girl's words inflated her ego further? The grin upon the necromancer's lips was telling enough to betray such. "Yes, I know this. I always am." Slowly the grin grew wider with a small chortle that escaped her. What was this child doing flattering a witch? "I earned it." Earned probably wasn't the correct term for how she achieved what she did. She killed for it. Used her soul as barter. Oh Liliana was all too sure that the truth would startle the other and she hadn't wished for that. Or at least to deal with it.
‹« thetyrantofworlds approaches »›
•ᕗ❈ᕙ• Always this dragon was an ill omen upon her. Always since her dealings that left her no better off than she was before he beseeching. A scoundrel, a liar, a thief. He was no less oppressive than the demons she sought to end by her own hand. The demons that she did end by her own hand. Though something told the witch that if she indeed sought to do the same it would not be as simple. Still Liliana's stomach sank upon the very sight of the elder dragon.
--First instinct tried to coax her to turn and run. The necromancer was in no place in fussing with the beast. Even with the Veil in hand she was still not capable. Regardless, she kept herself from simply fleeing. Knowing all too well that with her back turned it could mean the end. Instead she took careful paces backwards. Each inching further from Bolas. Why did he have to show up now? Honestly, the witch was in no mood to have these kinds of dealings. Still the iolite pools remained upon the form of the beast. Her features twisting into scowl. If Vess had to deal with him, she certainly did not have to be happy about it.
"What could you possibly want? Whatever it is, I'm not interested."
ᶦ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ DYING WHISPER
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❴❝ MORTALS ARE MEYUS ❵ and cannot listen to the simplest of dahrin. ❞
•ᕗ❈ᕙ• Words fell foreign upon her ears. A tongue was used from that she did not fathom however the context of such gave some indication this one shared her ire and frustration. Though thought was hardly given to the words shortly after as the shadow loomed and he himself almost seemed of such itself. A beast pitch and ebony with his gaze being the only indication of color. The necromancer felt her body subconsciously tense upon sight of the elder dragon. The last dealings she had with such an entity were rather distasteful to say least.
--Despite her trepidation she would not falter. The witch's pride had not allowed of such even in the face of this being. She had her ground to stand upon and as long as there were those who died, Liliana held power. Iolite tiers flicked up and down the dragon's form once again, appraising his features. There was not a semblance of aggression though the lady's guard would not falter. "You would be surprised to hear it is not just 'mortals.' I cannot count the times an angel has meddled in my affairs only to meet their end." Despite such she gave a feigned semblance of a smile and took only but a few steps back. Miss Vess' footing was not a sure as she thought it as a few loose rocks were kicked backwards. Her gaze however did not leave the dovah.
--Had he alluded to her as well with his comment? Admittedly a few pieces were lost in translation. The smile faded into a grimace as again a few paces were back, It would be best to distance herself a ways should he wish to strike. It would not be the first she had faced betrayal by one of his kind. Though, how could this one have known of her status. Liliana wasn't exactly what one would consider mortal by conventional means but she hardly gave indication such was so.
•ᕗ❈ᕙ• "Why do they always have to be so stubborn? It isn't that hard to just simply go away when I make it clear I don't want them there. It is just a way for them to get hurt among other things when they don't."
♛ ~ "Oh, Liliana. You wound me with your lack of better judgement. Who could possibly be more amusing than I, Loki, the god of lies and trickery?
•ᕗ❈ᕙ• Lips tore into a vicious grin upon the other's words. Oh how easy he was to stir though hardly the witch doubted that Loki sought the same of her. A deadly dance the partook in an effort to boosts one's own pride and to give intrigue to duller days that passed. Truly she wondered why she tarried with the demi-god though thoughts of his power did bring a reminder. "I never meant to wound, prince. Never do I wound deeply when I do." Still the grin remained. Her fingers trailed along the rumpled edges of her corset as her attentions remained trained upon Laufeyson. "Trust me. If I wanted you wounded, it would fester and rot. You would be as putrid as my intentions." Finally Liliana's gaze left for the garment as still she fiddled with it as if he was of no consequence. "Did I wound you, hmm?"
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"Yeah, sorry I ain’t some piece of fuckin’ entertainment."
•ᕗ❈ᕙ• "Aren't we touchy today? And I have to say, you should be. Sorry at least."
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•ᕗ❈ᕙ• "And here I thought that you'd actually be amusing. Then again, it doesn't surprise me much. I've raised something with more life than you."
⊱✶ ⊰ Chandra hear nothing in her tone to suggest she was joking, but left the matter be as she wished the topic to be done as quickly as possible. As Liliana spoke, the term nercomancer echoed in her head. Great, someone who can raise the dead. Good thing fire reduces to cinders and ash.
—- Her form relaxed a little as she turned to face Liliana, an exhausted sigh leaving her lips. “I have found no clues leading me to her. She is hiding well.” Again her eyes darted, the thought that Jaya was dead starting to fester in her mind and she would never met the one that had helped her the most without actually doing so in person.
—- Her arms completely dropped to her sides as Chandra blinked a few times. “If this area is not good for your trade, why do you stay here? Why not find another town that would welcome and pay you for your services?”
•ᕗ❈ᕙ• The witch simply watched at the gears seemed to turn in the other's head. Her own features turning less jubilant than in the previous moments. It was a matter that did hold more worth than Liliana would put into it to the pyromancer. "Then find something else to do in the meantime. I am not trying to make this sound mean or rude, but maybe you are looking at it too hard and for too long that the answer isn't visible anymore." She gave pause in words to pace forward towards Chandra. Her hand sliding from her hip to fall to her side finally. This was an odd subject for her and one that she found herself looking her her own advice. "Sometimes the answer pops up in odd places. I know some of mine have throughout the ages."
--An amethystine gaze lingered on the other woman's form. Another question presented. It was true what she had said. These people offered her no respite, no joy, no amusement or financial gain. The Planeswalker had to be honest with herself, she didn't know why she stayed. "If you want my honesty, I was about to leave. Maybe retrace my steps on another plane and enjoy myself in the time being." Her comments ceased as she watched the expression on the other planeswalker become almost worried and somber. This Jaya really did mean a lot to her. Liliana almost couldn't compare or understand that kind of attachment as it had baffled her. Though there were things beneath it all that she had known not of. A lesson that she learned to differentiate from early on.
--The necromancer's only true attachment was to her vanity and her vengeance. Something that nothing could replace easily. It was something that drove her in these recent years. It seemed every move was taken in a step closer to unfurling the grasp her demon tormentors had over her. "I have to ask though, why are you back here? Is there something you missed?"
