The city of Darnassus was as still as the night it was cloaked in,Elune and her sister moon veiled by slow moving storm clouds.  The city’s Silvery-eyed sentinels sat unmoving at their posts, casually conversing and watching the narrow lane-like streets of the city for any rabble. Occasionally the odd saber-mounted sister would pass, holding out her torch to dispel the shadows but the patrols were few and far between. The only real noise aside from the occasional murmur of the city’s watchful sentinel’s was the smooth lapping of water on stone and the chorus of cricket song that went unbroken throughout the night- little did the city or its protectors know that right beneath their noses lurked what they would very well regard as vermin.<br/><br/>Cloaked in a veil enchanted with dark, twisted magic Iseniel did not creep or crawl but walked the beautiful garden-like city’s open thoroughfares.  Her pace was leisurely, slow even, as she strolled through the streets and on more than one occasion passed within arm’s reach of a guard or patrol. There was little for them to notice but a faint shimmer in the air or an odd movement of shadow and when they got a little too curious the woman’s similarly cloaked companion took care of that with a simple charm spell, leaving them dumfounded and content so that she could slip by unimpeded. Through her soul link with the beast she could feel the rush, the thrill of such open disregard for the many conventions and pacts meant to prevent this very thing. That feeling coiled around her heart like a warm serpent, squeezing and sinking its fangs into her until the warlock could not help but feel just the same. The Sayaadi were primal beasts in her eyes but this was an occasion to be excited about, and one she could hardly blame her dear Alonya for being so eager about.<br/><br/>A month ago today Iseniel had happened upon a young priestess of Elune in Dalaran, sweet and almost naive morsel that she had found herself drawn to at first sight. She was to be Iseniel’s whether she had known it or not at the time. Initially it was a simple matter of cornering the girl when she was vulnerable and feeding her fear until she was simply too stunned to react. The mewling, pleasured cries of the Kaldorei as she begged for release were so sweet but not as intoxicating as the tears of pain that streamed down her face when driven mercilessly to orgasm after orgasm until the very thought of climax was painful. Oh the rush she had received from that, it was nearly enough to feed Alonya for a week. Of course, there had been another tryst, a more physical one that had been pleasing for them both but the girl had fled and now Iseniel was here to claim her prize after weeks of patiently waiting for the perfect moment to strike.<br/><br/>It was half an hour’s time before her meandering path put her before the door to her priestess’ abode. A half an hour that  had only let the excitement boiling in her stomach rise and the serpent coiled about her heart pull all that more tightly. With a casual flick of her wrist the woman reached out with a pale finger and touched the simple lock. The digit lingered on the cold iron until it began to glow cherry red and melt to slag, her spell rendering the lock little more than a smoldering trail of metal scarring the door’s surface. Once done she retracts her hand, tucking it back within the folds of her enchanted cloak while giving a gentle clearing of her throat.  A moment later Alonya pushes the door open for her and Iseniel steps in without any ceremony. Inside it was simple as she expected of  a priestess with typical Kaldorei architecture and very spartan décor. The Blood Elf scoffed at the fact as she wound up the spiral staircase grown out form the trunk of the tree that led up the the Kaldorei’s bedchambers.<span style="color: blue"> “ This simply will not do, Alonya. Remind your mistress to take care of this after she takes care of her priestess.”</span>The only reply that comes is a tittering laugh from her equally invisible companion  that was quickly muffled as Iseneiel held out a hand and with the other pushed on the large double door she came to a stop in front of.<br/><br/>Effortlessly the portal swings open to reveal a nearly barren bedroom aside from a sturdy, large bed and a few chests and dressers and of course the slumbering woman  atop the silky sheets in her night clothes. Iseniel takes a long moment to appreciate her beauty before sighing and pulling her cloak’s hood down from her head. Just like that the enchantment ends and she is left visible. Tall and elegant, even by Sin’Dorei standards the woman was the very picture of nobility to most people pictured when they thought of Blood Elves.  Her features were as pale as milk , high and haughty with  pronounced cheeks and a well defined jaw. Her nose , as was typical of her line, was aquiline in shape with a very subtle crook that gave her character rather than took away from her beauty. Her hair  stood in stark contrast to her pale face. As black as a gilnean raven’s feathers .The  inky black locks were teased into a loose topknot  high at the top of her head, kept in check by a golden and silver set of combs and a ring.Her cloak was black as night with a mantle of the same feathers her hair so resembled, pinned by a silvery brooch at her left shoulder. The robes beneath were none more colorful but fine of make and made little sound as she circled around the slumbering woman’s bed and sat down on the edge, just beside her. Languorous as a pampered housecat she reached out with her pale fingers and swept some of the woman’s hair out of her eyes, tucking it behind a pointed ear before her pale-pink lips split wide in a shark-like grin as she spotted her gift still firm around the woman’s neck. With an excitement her fingers lacked before she explores the length of the choker, shivering as she felt the pebbled texture of the fine black leather and her fingers cross over the emerald-like gem set at the center.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">“And so you kept it, my little priestess. You kept it and I found you.~”</span>The Blood Elf grinned wider, her fel-green eyes practically burning in intensity as she leered down at the other woman.  Once done she shook the woman gently by the shoulder, clearing her throat and speaking up , voice a deadly whisper.<span style="color: blue"> “ You look so peaceful, there in your bed. I hope you do not mind if I join you.”</span>Then she simply waits for a reaction, anxiously anticipating the dread and fear she knew would pass through the priestesses’ eyes. Unlike last time however, there was no need for an aura of magical fear. Iseniel reeked of fel magic and all things birthed from the Nether and her grin was nearly manic.<span style="color: blue"> “ Of course. I think you were waiting for me.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>