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Annalaliath · 05-25-2003, 10:16 AM

Smiling at Aldor, Gaeriel moved in closer. Her presence laced with coldness and fear. "The years have been long," she said, her voice rasping the air and mind both," But it has been an age since I have seen anyone from Rohan, or from any of the port cities, for that matter."

Her eyes glowing she looked at the man grasping at his metal breast plate, "That will not help you now, child," She said coldly, with a twinge of sympathy. Taking out her sword she laid it on the ground beside him. The crest glinting in the light of the small torch and her green glow.

Instead of the waves of insanity that she would have started off with, she decided to talk with this stranger. The years had been harsh, and her heart was evil, but she had not lost all civility.

"Why have you ventured into this forsaken place?" she asked him. He seemed not to answer but his eyes fell on the crest on her sword, in the light of the small torch. The torch now resting in a small crevice, shoved there to illuminate the cave.

Smiling an almost girlish smile she said, "I did and now look at me." He did look up but saw her flickering between maiden and mummified body. So fast that he could only get a small idea of what she was. His eyes widened at the site. He tried to move but groaned at the pain in his chest. "yes it hurts doesn't it?" she asked her eyes falling on the wound again.

"What house are you from?" She asked again, raising her eyes from the wound to his eyes, "I am from the house of the Mariner, does that still exist in Rohan? Or did they all move back to the sea?" His face twisted from fear to anger as he looked on this evil creature that Gaeriel was, she saw this and then changing again to a form of her childhood self. And then again she flickered back to her grown self.

"I won't kill you yet," she said smirking, "But, I would not mind the company of one alive and not in thrall to Gorthroth." She looked at him again her eyes falling on the wound on his cheat, "I see you have already met him."

"Don't even try to leave if you value your mind," she said looking at him with her piercing gray-blue, glowing eyes. His were filled with a mixture of fear and anger and bewilderment. His mind was churning, she saw, as his mouth worked to form words......

[ May 25, 2003: Message edited by: Annalaliath ]

05-25-2003, 10:16 AM	#78
Annalaliath Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: Albuquerque Posts: 380	Smiling at Aldor, Gaeriel moved in closer. Her presence laced with coldness and fear. "The years have been long," she said, her voice rasping the air and mind both," But it has been an age since I have seen anyone from Rohan, or from any of the port cities, for that matter." Her eyes glowing she looked at the man grasping at his metal breast plate, "That will not help you now, child," She said coldly, with a twinge of sympathy. Taking out her sword she laid it on the ground beside him. The crest glinting in the light of the small torch and her green glow. Instead of the waves of insanity that she would have started off with, she decided to talk with this stranger. The years had been harsh, and her heart was evil, but she had not lost all civility. "Why have you ventured into this forsaken place?" she asked him. He seemed not to answer but his eyes fell on the crest on her sword, in the light of the small torch. The torch now resting in a small crevice, shoved there to illuminate the cave. Smiling an almost girlish smile she said, "I did and now look at me." He did look up but saw her flickering between maiden and mummified body. So fast that he could only get a small idea of what she was. His eyes widened at the site. He tried to move but groaned at the pain in his chest. "yes it hurts doesn't it?" she asked her eyes falling on the wound again. "What house are you from?" She asked again, raising her eyes from the wound to his eyes, "I am from the house of the Mariner, does that still exist in Rohan? Or did they all move back to the sea?" His face twisted from fear to anger as he looked on this evil creature that Gaeriel was, she saw this and then changing again to a form of her childhood self. And then again she flickered back to her grown self. "I won't kill you yet," she said smirking, "But, I would not mind the company of one alive and not in thrall to Gorthroth." She looked at him again her eyes falling on the wound on his cheat, "I see you have already met him." "Don't even try to leave if you value your mind," she said looking at him with her piercing gray-blue, glowing eyes. His were filled with a mixture of fear and anger and bewilderment. His mind was churning, she saw, as his mouth worked to form words...... [ May 25, 2003: Message edited by: Annalaliath ] __________________ Bloody Stumps!!!