Ley'liana bound from rooftop to rooftop in the city, her hood down to the moonlight so her ivory flesh glowed in the pale glow of the night. Blindingly dexterous, she leaped from the clay tiled ceiling to the next. Her raven hair billowing behind her with the pale streaks. Her long bangs bound out of her face and behind her ears in braids just as long as the rest of her hair.<br/><br/>Her destination was an old derelict church that was specified by some poster she had seen, a journey somewhere beyond this world. Perching herself on a chimney once she had scaled it as naturally and easily as walking, never understanding how or why but whenever she willed to climb a surface she had no difficulty in doing so. A journey beyond... It would certainly be a change of pace to constantly being hunted and hounded by those of zealous nature, some of which she had disposed of from her worries, others she had fled. In any case, it wouldn't matter. A life beyond this one might be of interest, over the decades she had grown tired of this realm of existence but feared death far too much to allow the hunters their way.<br/><br/>No, she was already dead. She feared the unknown, it was only natural. She had been forsaken by her god and only embraced by one of the wilds, the Oak Father watched over her.<br/><br/>Crouching atop the dormant chimney, her eyes scanned around her for where she was headed. The derelict church only a few streets away she narrowed her glowing crimson eyes some, her brow furrowing. The time to turn back was now, once she had set on a course she never abandoned it. The decision to stay the course was a fickle one but it was one that was quickly decided in a moment or two simply out of curiosity. It was part of what was left of her Elven nature, to explore the unknown. However the nature of what she was now took over and it demanded caution, paranoia and wariness.<br/><br/>Sliding down from her perch and slipping in to an alleyway by dropping from wall to wall in the narrow passageway, discretion was a tool she often used during the day but during the night she was free to act as she pleased. The only ones who would see her were drunks or those whom would not be believed very easily.<br/><br/>Her dark tinted mithral chain shirt was underneath the dark leather jacket; hidden,  her leather trousers which were somewhat tight fitting but allowed for free movement and didn't reveal every curve of her body. However the curves of her body were still visible and from what one could see, the eye would not go wanting. Underneath her cloak her bow's string was strung across her body diagonally so the wooden part of the bow from which the arrows drew torque upon her drawing of it was at her back. Underneath the string was the leather strap to the quiver of arrows which went across her form the opposite direction, from which she could always count on drawing an arrow no matter what, never running out.<br/><br/>Various other pouches and containers strung across her belt, the one item of note being a skin that she could always count to draw the unnatural essence in which she depended on. Though it tasted stale, it was better than feeding on the living. Having fed many times over the decades, it was no comparison and even she preferred it. However she could not feed too often on living people as it would draw far too much attention to her existence.<br/><br/>The last item of note on her form around her neck dangled a pendant from a magical chain that could not be broken unless she willed it to come off or some creature of unnatural strength such as herself was pulling on it, the pendant of the necklace being one of Silvanus, The Oak Father. It was her only proof that she had not been abandoned by the gods entirely, having found the pendant and felt a bit closer to what was once her mortality. Able to walk out in the sun with the pendant's assistance, though it gave her a fearsome headache. She would not burn to death in the sun but the power of the light against her eyes was still very uncomfortable.<br/><br/>Despite her glowing red eyes and the four fangs that were her canines, the latter of which would show when she spoke past her dark blue lips and were one to see her nude it would appear as though she were suffering of hypothermia, she would be unnaturally alluring. Something about her, those whom gazed upon her, beckoned the lustful to do her bidding. To those whom were stronger in their wit would still feel an unnatural pull towards her but would be able to sense an overall feeling of wrongness.<br/><br/>This however required them to be gazing upon her face or body, clothed or otherwise. Despite the fact that her bosom were more than a handful for even a human, her backside taught and round and her figure possessing an otherworldly womanly curvature; Ley'Liana wore a thick and covering black cloak that would wrap around her form as long as her arms remained near her body and entirely disguising her body. The one thing that would be seen is her long raven locks that spilled from the hood's confinements alongside the mask she wore, the silver streaks among them.<br/><br/>Standing up straight upon reaching the ground, she pulled her hood which once over her head covered most of her face, including her eyes for those whom were looking directly at her from an equal plane. She coordinated by gazing at the ground, listening for her surroundings and smelling those around her and where they were. Her hood up and over her head, she pulled the mask up that was also part of her cloak to cover everything to the bridge of her nose. In total, her face was barely visible by a small sliver of pale flesh that was often convoluted in the darkness of her hood.<br/><br/>Staying to the shadows as she walked down the streets to the church, she was a bit uneasy as she approached the consecrated ground but it would not repel her unless she attempted to enter. Staying to the darkness as more appeared aside from the tall muscular woman and the elven woman whom seemed very fair and the moonlight only accentuated her loveliness. Ley'liana couldn't help but smirk at that beneath her mask, she and her were alike in that manner. At home in the moon light.<br/><br/>The barbaric looking woman complained about how long it was taking, then another elven woman came from the darkness though Ley'Liana had no difficulty seeing the woman from the shadows she stepped from. Another joined, a somewhat regular looking woman from what Ley'Liana could tell but there was some air of wrongness about her. From the distance she was down the street, she could smell brimstone. An odd scent to be on a woman. Still, it wasn't something of importance.<br/><br/>As the elf invited the brimstone smelling woman forward, Ley'Liana couldn't help but feel somewhat self conscious about the aura of wrongness about herself. Though it was an entirely different manner and hers was much more powerful, if this group happened to support the hunting of undead which certainly could be the dangerous endeavor they were embarking on, she might be their first victim. However the woman spoke of demon slaying, perhaps a bit too passionately for what she appeared to be dressed as. Her eyes narrowing some, she spoke herself,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkRed">It must be quite an endeavor, for two women to be calling for others,</span>" Ley'Liana spoke, approaching the group in plain sight now, her body hidden by her cloak and the hand that rested on the decorated pommel of her sword that was sheathed at her waist beneath the dark cover. Ley'Liana was sure to remain at a distance so were one of them to charge her, she could easily escape by scaling a wall or running down an alley, "<span style="color: DarkRed">It does beg the question, what two... accomplished folks such as yourself, would be needing others to assist them? Not likely it is a quest that two could accomplish, therefore it begs the next question; Who is your employer?</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>