Gaeriel sensing the presence of another in her halls got up to investigate. There lying in front of her halls was a man, barely alive she thought, but still some sport if there was some to be had. She picked up the body and dragged it to a secluded location in her territory. A small cavern that she kept secret from the rest. In this barely reachable place she propped the man up on the wall, his torn tunic falling open to reveal the prints of Gorthroth's feasting. She left him there to revive. Of course they are more fun when they are awake.
She in her haste had forgotten her sword so now was the time to retrieve it. Weaving a web of insanity around the mouth of her secret grotto she left the man slumping against a wall. She walked down the hall, finding a human weight again. She found her sword and strapped it to her hips. She checked her surrounding territories and went slowly back to the cavern.
In the cavern the man was groggily waking up. His eyes, she saw, widened as she entered and he viewed the terrible beauty before him.She in her human form, walked over to him looking slightly fiendish, but all the same Geriel, Sea daughter. Her golden hair fell around her shoulders like a nun’s habit. Her eyes were gray-blue, yet they had a pale green sheen about them. Her skin was white and her mouth generous. All the while she smiled at herself, thanking Gorthroth silently for this small gift. Her traveling cloths mud spattered and boots seemingly still caked with dried mud. Her Sword hung at her side as she poised in front of this new toy, not knowing what to do with it first. The crest on her sword glinted in the light of a small torch that she had lit(stolen from the dead orc). But all the while she waited, for some response, or some noise to come forth from his lips. Just for her own satisfaction that Gorthroth had not taken any of the sport from her.
[ May 23, 2003: Message edited by: Annalaliath ]
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