Aunrae rose from her Trance, the bodies of two Drow males having wrapped her in their arms. Her two most submissive males. She tolerated their company in her tent from time to time. And this past Trance night, she'd allowed the two to keep her company during the Trance time. They didn't really have a night. And Drow didn't sleep. They recouped their energy from being in a Trance state. She'd always called it Trance time. What others did, she cared not. Instead the vision of Vorn from her waking dreams had flashed in her mind again. Vicious, and cut throat. She purred. She enjoyed a challenge.<br/><br/>Aunrae stood and was dressed by the males in robes befitting a Matron of House Zathlesz, albeit revealing. Her dark beauty was just another point of power for her. Aunrae was the only female from her House still living. Her mother having passed away due to mysterious circumstances. And her two brothers having been courted and absorbed into other houses, both Minor Houses. However Minor, the houses were allied with her House, that was enough to allow them to live. For now.<br/><br/>She exited the tent, and had her males begin preparations to leave. The minor Priestesses she found stepping around the sleeping forms of Vorns' group, carefully picking their way back to her. They looked well and truly pleased. They seemed to have been<i>blessing</i>the entire encampment from their tousled looks. She hissed. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Clean ourselves up and be back here to help with the move. We march on Menzoberranzan in a matter of mere hours</span>." she pulled at her hair, arranging it out of her face while seating herself near the fire and, coincidentally, the food. She pulled meat from a few fruit, noshing on mushrooms that were safe for consumption, and washing the fare down with yet more wine. As she sat, she pondered the conversation with Vorn. The Drow male who had piqued her interest. He had reacted to her with a threat, which only pointed to his pursuit of something more than just valuable, but personal to him in some way. She had laughed at his threat in the moment, brushing it off like one would brush crumbs from your skirt. It was refreshing to see a male with some fire to him. Not the simpering dogs that followed her around on the daily. Weak they were. Unthinking and unobtrusive. The thought of Vorn's aggression showed his power. And despite her attitude towards males being weaker and needing to be dominated over, she admired the spirit he showed.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Interesting specimen.</span>" she mumbled to herself. Her minor priestesses gathered around her fire, and began to partake of the meal. She eyed the females. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">I claim Vorn for myself, any of you fools thinking they have any claim had better speak now</span>." She threatened, she was going to nip this in the bud while she had a peace in her camp. The priestesses bowed their heads and nodded, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff">We will not engage with the male, Mi'lady</span>." One promised. She eyed the other two and while the one murmured her agreement, the other had said nothing.  Aunrae pulled her dagger, and jumped the flames, pinning the female to the rocky ground underneath her. She slit the woman's throat, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">For My Lady of Darkness, may you drink deeply of this fools' life.</span>"<br/><br/>Aunrae wished the male intact. She'd not bumble around with a vicious courting between priestesses. If the female under her sought any claim to power, it would have been through Vorn. Whether they had overheard her conversation with him or not. She'd not risk it. The woman carved the skin from her ribs, and before the heart could beat it's last, she pried the ribs apart and  pulled the pump, severing the blood vessels connecting the machine to the rest of her body. And with a relished grunt brought the muscle to her lips and bit into it. Tender. Juicy. Black blood dribbled down her garments as she consumed the female's most sacred of organs. The other two priestesses cowered before her. Good. Let them learn the lesson not to cross her early on. She stood there, contentedly eating, the bloody hunk of meat dripping down her forearms to fall to the ground at her elbows.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="114" data-username="@Andraus" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/114/">@Andraus</a>