Unholy

Don't Believe Everything You See “Fuck off you drunk codger,” she mused as she calmly left the tree den, fur on edge as she walked out of the cloud of fermented berry fumes that waffed off her father's every pore. So much for the chance he died while she was gone from Rionnach, hunting for the blood of a man long deserving of her wrath. Her lip twitched; some blood smeared along her muzzle while her eyes illuminated with a ravenous bloodlust. It had been a long time since she felt domestic abuse, but it didn’t feel at all new, growing up with her parents less than loving nature that never changed. Needless to say, she hadn’t just bowed her head this time around when her poor excuse for a maternal figure’s haunches raised. That compliant fearful nature from her youth had long since vanished with the madness that overtook her. They were just lucky they still had use, or she’d gut them where they had stood. She was certain the fae would greedily glean the day they acquired such valuable blood of heretics. That said, it was good to know her dear sister was still around, her scapegoat still usable should she need to sprout such a name. About the only thing the pompous wench was good for. What wasn’t so lovely was the tomes of hers that had been sold off in her absence. Shaking the mild tension from her body, she’d move across the glows of red that mimicked her fur, allowing her more camouflage than most here. It appeared that hadn’t changed either: the magic of this woodland that even the Fae Forest had to be envious of. No matter the season; cold or hot, the leaves burned bright as any autumn day. The only sign the Goddess wasn’t entirely displeased with the incompetent blunders of the Mainlanders, to provide them with such a blessing as this. Just as much of a blessing as a warning of the bloodshed yet to come to the poor fools. A sigh escaped her, her mood always rotten in her unfortunate homeland but with her coven long since devoured by the fae themselves for their disloyalty, it was best she come here to take note of what she had missed for herself. Still seeking that message of her purpose once more. The princess was now too old to sacrifice to purify this land. She needed to repent for that failure before her fate would be sealed as Elwynn’s had.

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Vettealya

The bar was getting stale, boring. She'd sought after the woman she first met here, but she was starting to believe the woman simply a mirage of the sort, just company she created in her head. And it would seem that her searching for Rhychdir was only ever leading her down dead ends. She already settled with the idea of not seeing her, though the pit in her stomach that twisted and turned and ached told her she should feel otherwise. And so, here she was: wandering aimlessly, carelessly to wherever her paws would take her.

By the time she left shores of whatever they were called, the sun began to set, and the crisp winter day was fading, and the sun's dimming hues danced across the sky ahead of her. It trickled down just so, her mismatched hues engulfed it it's mesmerizing impression on the sky. In her trance, she failed to notice the Crimson that surrounded her, every step she was twirling and twisting through the bleeding forest around her. Against the winter snow beneath her paws, it wasa stark contrast, even moreso with her blue hued self.

Something snapped her out of her own thoughts, another voice. It was close, but not close enough. Was it a real voice? Or was she being fooled once again like she had when she met Amelia? Her winter-kissed paws moved fast, following the direction that the voice crept from . A face was met, a bloodied, noticeably riled up face. As she moved closer, a soft tug of fermented berries tried to pull her in a different direction- opposite of the way the body was moving. Her paws twitched as she fought herself to follow the the scent and the voice. Pivoting, she followed another creatures scent, she could come back to the berries at another point, right?

A smaller figure moved ahead of her, meanwhile Vettealya sauntered along her trail, waiting. There were only two options, wasn't there? They would either run, or confront her. She had hoped for the later in this case. She moved the first piece of the game:

It's a lovely sight to take in, isnt it? she cooed ahead of herself, almost as if to call out to them.

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Don't Believe Everything You See The petite woman hadn’t moved all that far ahead when she heard a voice rise from the subtle shiver of the leaves around her, for a moment thinking it nothing more than a hallucination but the titillating scent of a fresh autumn morning. It was pleasant, lovely, a perfume all too welcoming as her head turned just enough to catch a flicker of gold in her vision. She didn’t react more than that for a few long moments as she soothed the hairs along her tresses while she looked around as if naive, trying to subconsciously tone down the nerves she wasn’t even aware jumped along her skin like static, far to used to the feeling of adrenaline as of late to comprehend it as a different melody. The thought of blood on a pelt of black and russet forever on her thoughts, messing up her awareness and the beat that the flora carried her. She needed to reconnect with the earth, she felt so separated since her return. Taking in a breath, she’d slowly come to a stop, peering the rest of the way over her shoulder with a coy smile to the rather colorful woman behind her. “Oh!? That’s where the voice came from, silly me. Do you mean the enchanting flora encompassing us or me, darling?” she mused gently, her tail swaying behind her with a rhythmic bounce. The second had only been a joke to hopefully bring forth a laugh from the large beauty, knowing not everyone swayed her way. She was never one to chase off company no matter if she desired it or not. The simple fact was, most she crossed paths with did desire her to far more intimate levels than just harmless pleasantries of a passerby. She was all the more curious if this one would be any different.

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Mismatched hues danced around the creature ahead of her, ivory paws still moving steadily as she closed the distance between the two of them. The other chose to neither run nor approach Vettealya herself, but rather they offered a glance back. And then, after collecting themselves it would seem, the woman's chords strung about the silence between them in the dark of the night, but not before the woman before her finally blessed Vettealya's mismatched hues with her own amethysts. a smile would complete her facade as she spoke .
“Oh!? That’s where the voice came from, silly me. Do you mean the enchanting flora encompassing us or me, darling?”

Her words would melt away any doubts she mayhave had entering this situation, though she rarely had any doubts when happening across a new encounter. She trotted closer, slower, taking in the spring-esque scent that was wafted in her direction. And like an after taste that isn't expected, the musky scent of smoke entwined itself to remind her quickly: where there's smoke, there's fire.

"Both are equally breathtaking, it seems the more I take in, the more I'm drawn " she cooed, by now she'd slowed her pace, the woman's scent alone carried Vette in a slow trance towards her. There was an ache in every inch of her bones, one that needed to be tended to. She'd gone so long without any attention, and without giving any in return. She wouldn't let that ruin her favorite game of chase, certainly not with this woman she'd just met.




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Don't Believe Everything You See She watched her with curiosity as the space between them would slowly get shorter and shorter, making her smile only grow more as she lapped some of the blood off her own snout. There was no point in running off, if one wanted to hunt they wouldn’t relent until they became the one hunted in return and outhunted at that. Lachlan was a prime example of that little fact, recalling how strong he came onto her only for her teeth to cling deeply into his body, quickly becoming boring prey for not putting up a good enough fight she also saw as the goddess favoring her over such a ghoulish little man that was all bark and no bite. It was just a shame she was stopped from killing him by the very same entity, perhaps she had only wanted him to serve a punishment and not be a sacrifice. Maybe he simply wasn’t worthy of mother earth’s embrace. Whichever the case, she had let him get away as her gaze studied this woman in front of her. There was no mistaking in her movements that were stalking, she wanted more than just casual chatter, she wasn’t much different than that man. Yet, she was more allured by her forward behavior than she would ever be by any man. This lovely woman had something about her that was ever captivating as those twin lilacs swirled with intrigue. Lust wasn’t the pioneer this time, though, not so hungry for being bed so close to her childhood home though it would be a lovely fuck you to them before she fully left. A soft giggle would come from her chest at the other’s rather cheesy attempt at flirting, it wouldn’t make it to the worst list of pick-up lines, but it added some charm for how hard she was trying to be smooth. With it, the witch would decide to humor her as she moved closer on her own, feeling like the other was on guard that she might flee. Oh, she wouldn’t do that as she moved into the other’s space, circling her and running her body along her side, saying nothing and pulling away. If she wanted to play a game, Wisteria was more than ready to enlighten her as she took a few steps away, tail swaying provocatively, curious of her next move.

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Testing the waters was always such a chore it seemed to her. Everyone was always so different, but it was usually the men who had no hesitation in pulling her in as she laid herself out like bait- they were predictable. This woman howeve, was the complete opposite. There was remnants of blood in the fibers of the womans maw, mismatched hues followed her tongue as she swiped it across her kissers. Her brows furrowed just slightly as the smaller woman now giggled at Vette's words, and then all in the same frame she approached Vettealya, invading her space. Could this be a return on her own subtle advances? A distraction?
She became too caught up in the fibers of their fur entangling with eachother only briefly, the closeness was always a kryptonite for Vettealya, especially since the only source of permanent-or what she thought would be permanent- closeness was no longer there when she craved it. She moved slowly as the woman moved away just as fast she had approached, watching her walk away- half entertained and half making sure she wasn't being lured into a trap. She decided to gauge a new mood, or atleast attempt to.

Slowly, she reclined to her haunches, while ivory kissers pulled one side just slightly so at the corner. "It sounded far more flattering in my head" she mused, referring to her little compliment. Once again she watched, and waited. If shewas going to chase, she'd make sure she knew where exactly she had to go.

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Don't Believe Everything You See As the other made no attempt to advance further, to do much of anything, the witch’s gaze grew lackluster at best as she watched them for a moment. Waited. The voice that would break the silence she had woven made her head turn away, her bit of allure swiftly fading as she looked up to the sky for a moment. What did the goddess want her to do, what was the purpose of bringing this woman to her. She didn’t elicit the desire to butcher and now the dance of attempted seduction was also thorted in an instant it would seem. Agitation welled up in her body but would not show upon the visage that would grow back the vibrancy it had before she turned it away before she’d turn her attention back upon them. Something told her by scent alone, this creature wasn’t from this land and would be of little use in acquiring the information she so desired. That too was a shame. Not even the use of a little pigeon that passes upon news to her. “I’m sorry poppet, did you mistake me for someone else? You seemed so familiar toward me and now it seems to be quite the opposite. You were so strong in trying to garner my attention a second ago and now you draw back,” she gleaned, her lips nearly twitching as she offered a sweet smile. The game of cat and mouse seemed to be over before it began. She was growing bored quickly and she was tempted to say so. “Tell me, dear, do you believe in magic? Or fate? Or do you leave everything to chance and hope for the best?” she mused after a moment, though that soft gentle voice didn’t wish to stay. That boredom was starting to win over her desire to find the answer to the purpose of this interaction, nearly going to leave in the middle of speaking. However, that would do little benefit for her reputation in these parts. Sweet as a butterfly’s kiss, little did the Mainlanders know she had the venom of a viper that wasn’t afraid to use it and she intended to keep it that way, leaving none the wiser to her sins.

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