<i>(This is a closed rp for myself and a friend, to help us enjoy how WoW inspires us. Thanks for reading our roleplay, and thanks for the opportunity of posting it *loves DN*.  We hope you enjoy what we do. We both need practice writing and maybe rping <img alt=";)" class="mceSmilieSprite mceSmilie2" src="styles/default/xenforo/clear.png" title="Wink    ;)"/> So try not to judge, just enjoy *purrs*)</i><br/><br/><br/>Darkmoon Faire. The 'place to be'... But what did that mean? Be what? Be who?<br/>Lilith wandered along the woods in her favourite spot, a hill by the coast that gave an excellent view of the beach below. She wore a full length and very modest black dress with only a few purple-red sigils glowing here and there, woven into the fabric itself. Her dark locks were pinned up but the soft breeze of this magickal forest had slowly come to undo her hair, letting thin curls dangle over her pointed ears and along her cheeks.<br/>The smell of the salty water beyond the very special island she longed to call home was fragrant in the air. Some would say it was a stench. To Lilith, it was a reminder of a land that felt long lost to her. She couldn't remember anything but Darkmoon now. There had been something before, many things, hadn't there? She hadn't left the island in such a very long time. She almost questioned whether she had ever left it at all.<br/>Coming to a pause atop the hill's highest point, she put the faire itself behind her, with its wondrous sights and sounds and constant socializing. Her glowing green eyes turned out to the tossing waves of the sea beyond the beach so far below. Something was coming. Was it from out there? A ship? A storm, perhaps?<br/>Her red painted lips frowned slightly, but her expression remained what it had been - mundane, emotionless for the most part, soft and pensive. For someone who was supposed to be so evil, she was feeling rather faded, worn out, like an old photograph taken by a goblin long ago when they first invented their crazy image making machines.<br/>The blood elf temptress sighed softly and put a hand down to the tall purple-pink grasses that graced the hill top. Not far off, a mist of glowing and sparkling intelligence formed and began to take its usual path, seemingly crossing this way and that randomly. Lilith, though, had watched it so often that she knew its path was anything but random. And she had chosen this hilltop, this spot to pause, because she knew it would bring the mist to her. It wouldn't stay, it wouldn't even pause to acknowledge her. But it was something in what was feeling like an incredibly vast nothingness.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>