| "Lookee cousin," an lyrical accented voice caressed the velvety darkness of the night. A pair of illuminating lemon-colored eyes breeched the shadows to send terror into the heart of the rich merchant, whom scambered in their domain. "We've acquired a little toy." A second pair of eyes glowed from the man's right, this pair was a soft, but deadly rose coloring that made the merchant think of a sick serpent. "Yes Nuij," her voice gritty but low, sending an eerie feeling down the spines of most people when she spoke. "A nice toy indeed.. And look.. He brought us presents." Eyes fell to the hefty pouch attached to his sweat-drenched belt, their keen hearing could detect the faint clanking and jingle of gold and silver coins. Child-like giggles wrapped about the terrified man, choking the very air he took into his starving, deprived lungs. "Hope he can last longer than the last?" Toying with the man's fright, she could taste the rising hysteria eminate from him, feeding her strange needs. "Indeed," voice thick with amusement, a face and body began to mold free from the shadows to present itself to the unlucky one. The startled man wished that she would of remained hidden for the orange paint slashed over her eyes gave her that savage, ominous cast. Her ebon attributes were encased in a navy blue brassiere while a matching loin cloth teased her tapered waist and curveous hips. Beneath her provacative loin cloth, the woman wore a pair of ebony leggings that conformed to each and every muscle she possessed in her lower limbs. "Reliq?" The other drowess produced herself from the shadows to stand before the cowering man, her voice so filled with anticipation. Dressed similar to her cousin except she wore midnight-blue breeches instead of a loin cloth and leggings, Nuij had long pristine white hair cinched tightly in a immaculate braid that differed from Reliq's short, spikey gray/white hair. The sides of her head was shaved cleanly just revealing those elongated ebony ears. "Can we play now?" Eager, her pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips. Long, nimble fingers caressed the hilt of her enchanted whip wound about her waist and left leg. It differed greatly to the snake-pronged whips that most Lolth priestesses carried. Hers, blessed by a family sorcerer before their demise, replied by mental command on pain-depth applied. "Taudl, ussta kaoveh," lowering her dry voice, "Udos phuul ghil whol natha sanrr... Ragarrl l'jaluk whol vel'bol udos ssrig'luin." "Xas kaoveh," sighing in disappointed, "Usstan sieva ji." Nuij stepped closer to the man, bending low to one knee to search the man's pockets with her fingers. Each touch was like ice, chilling the flesh with even the faintest caress. Finding what she was searching for, ebon fingers pulled free a yellow vellum sheet of folded parchment. "Found it Reliq.. We best go.. he smells like urine.." laughing mockingly, she knew they scared the man greatly or else he would never of urinated himself. Smirking with diverse pleasure, Reliq agreed with her fiendish cousin. "Yes, Nuij.. Our boss would be happy with this information." |
| Nuij & Reliq Ramoth |