After a long, long while of what just felt like relentless running and aimless searching, an almost familiar presence to the ash skinned elf would strike her. She would be alone in an alleyway a fair bit away from the rest of the group. There was only forwards and backwards, the gutters below her feet, and the buildings around her towering over leading to nowhere but the blank ceiling of the cave. The unnatural quietness of the town broken momentarily by a stray gust of wind that came from seemingly nowhere, caressing her body gently yet abruptly...like a subtly demeaning lover. It gave no chills to her skin, it was almost warm...inviting, yet dangerous. It was loving, yet hateful.<br/><br/>And then suddenly, a voice came into her ear...it whimsical and reminiscing...the voice of a little girl, recalling upon days of old. It was soothing, depressing...begging for things greater than now, while wishing for it to also end. Like a broken heart that wanted to both mend itself and remain broken. It sang in the old Elvish tongue:<br/><br/>"I sense there's something on the wind,<br/>That feels like tragedy's at hand,<br/>And though I'd like to stand by her,<br/>Can't shake this feeling that I have,<br/>The worst is just around the bend..."<br/><br/>She would look behind her and see a short, slim figure that looked more like a shadow. She could not see much of it except that it was of great shortness, like a child, and had both a dress and long hair. Her ears would not lie, it seems...a little girl was indeed singing, in a tongue that appeared almost forgotten. But, within a moment, lights from nowhere cast upon the figure and the being drastically changed into something far, far more captivating.<br/><br/>The figure spontaneously transformed into a gorgeous woman of other worldly beauty. Skin and hair so red that it made blood look pale. Eyes that were sharp and seeking like a cat, and slit like a feline. The woman was about as tall as Lilith, and just as lithe...though it was obvious that she was packing some serious curves. Though the woman appeared a captivating beauty...she had a sense of danger. She wore robes fit for magi of battle, made of pure leather of the finest quality and design, almost leaving nothing to the imagination.<br/><br/>Strapped to her back was a bow and quiver, the bow made of dark stained wood (and had runes upon it) with arrows appeared to have been made of some bone. And to her hips was a dagger of a sadistic, twisted design of a flame, and a short staff that looked to be made of the same material as the bow. And with a quick look up...Lilith could see what appeared to be long, pointed elf ears below two intricate horns.<br/><br/>The voice then changed, matching the body as the words continued to lament from the set of plump, black painted lips:<br/><br/>"And does she notice, my feelings for her?<br/>And will she see, how much she means to me?<br/>I think it's not to be..."<br/><br/>The demonic woman that seemed to run on the back of Lilith's mind started to step closer with every line:<br/><br/>"What will become of my dear friend?<br/>Where would her actions lead us then?<br/>Although I'd like to join the crowd,<br/>In their enthusiastic cloud,<br/>Try as I may, it doesn't last..."<br/><br/>The battle-ready savage sorceress stopped almost a few feet away from Lilith as she finishes her heart soft lament:<br/><br/>"And will we end up together?<br/>No, I think not,<br/>It's never to become,<br/>For I am not the one..."<br/><br/>After a moment of silence the woman had smiled and said,"My Xy'kie'amel (dark bladed heart)," with sincere, deep affection,"It has been entirely too long since we have talked..."<br/><br/><br/>***********************<br/><br/>As Verita was about to have a near panic attack, now alone in the city with the overbearing feeling of isolation and realization of the sheer helplessness she felt, there was something to break that. A sound of something so innocent, so pure...that it took away all the crushing stress of the situation with just a ring of a note.<br/><br/>"Mommy, i-is that you?" Around a corner where the voice came from came a little girl of not even twelve years. She looked shy and timid, her long, dark hair looking unkempt as it had rocks and mud in them...tangled up in rats nest about her slim frame. She wore a dark dress that was stained with blood, water, and mud...tattered by use. Hell, she didn't even look like she had shoes and her hands looked like they were cut up from use...a bit of blood dried up under her nails.<br/><br/>She looked at Verita and blinked,"You're not Momma...b-but...you don't look like...none of them..." A shiver went through the poor girl's frame. She looked around in a panicking fashion, as if just thinking of 'them' made her almost shatter into a million pieces. She didn't move or talk anymore, instead shuffling against the building wall...still shivering out of fright.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>