| ::As with many drows before her, the lone woman moved as one with the shadows that kept her easily hidden within the Underdark many caverns. Slipping free of her "hiding" and into full view of so many, but was she concerned. Heck no, the scar that ran from the middle of her forehead starting at the hair line, running down past her eyes and across the bridge of her perk onyx nose. Hard scarlett eyes peer around, glowing with that unique skill of theirs of infravision and a secret purpose for her eyes casted no reflection`. Watching the play of reds, oranges and blues of the certain things that gave off heat, but this was not on her mind this eve.Garbed in her usual outfit, sporting a thin black tunic along with a silken ebon vest with violet trimmings finishing off the look with silky black breeches. Bark colored boots adorn her delicate feet, the same boots that hardly whispered against the damp rocky floor. Placed within that of her natural ebon lips was a blade of equal coloring, with strange drow markings upon the hilt and the flat side of the blade itself, denoting that she was the assassin of the House Arkhenneld. A tan colored ring adorned one agile finger on her right hand, this was to help her blend in well with the shadows, and her midnight colored piwafwi helped to mask her heat waves from other infravision eyes. She was careful, cautious, deadly for the jaluk before her. Pledging in a wordless prayer to Selvetarm, this kill about to happen pushing her ivory mane of one full length that fell to the nape of her neck, out of her eyes and in a short pony tail, more like a stub of a pony tail. She sprung upon the back of the drow, dagger instantly to her dark hand running the razor sharpness across the tender flesh of his throat in a quick, clean kill. Shoving the now growing cold body away from her, to keep the blood off her body and clothes:: Qu'ellar Arkhenneld belbauolt vedui' neitar orn dos degahr ol'sohna |
