<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Luis_royo_thefishingline.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Glasya<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Succubus<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Playhouse of Krum<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Xenolord, Arkand<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Glasya had no need of a Summoner to gain access to the mortal world. All she needed was the dead of night.<br/><br/>And so it was, in the deep darkness of the forest that surrounded the city of Krum. From the shadows of the tall, thick trees this Demoness would step, and it seemed the very land reacted to her presence. Any natural sounds that would occur in a natural setting simply ceased. No insects, no night birds or animals, even the wind seemed to stop momentarily. She was in her true for to begin, horns curling from her head, black bat-like wings folding slightly to surround her naked form, and with each step she took, she gathered to herself that form that humans would see.<br/><br/>Her head would lift, the light night breeze teasing dark curls about her face, breathing in the air. A slow curl of her lips would occur, a flash of golden hues before shifting to the normalcy of human eyes. It seems her Lord had sent out Pestilence and Famine to shake things up a bit. How delightful. She could feel the havoc her 'sisters' were creating, could almost hear the screams of Nature as it succumbed to their attentions. But that was not why she was here...<br/><br/>… She would travel through the Shadows, making her way to Krum easily and swiftly, streaking through the streets, the alleys, listening to the inhabitants speak. Gaining the information she needed. Finding out about a certain play being put on, eventually coming to the playhouse. It would be there she would watch and listen from the Darkness she was able to wrap around her, to hide within. It was there that she found not only the one she was to watch, Reginald Carter, but the presence of the Divine as well. Oh she could not help the physical feeling of rage that swept through her, knowing an Angel was already present. Yet her Lord had spoken. She was merely to watch, and report. The Deamonette upon her shoulder was chittering excitedly, and Glasya would nod, whispering to Pachino. “ Fly my sweet. Return to our Lord and let him know that Reginald Carter has been found, and that he has already been spotted by Angelic presence. Return with his word swiftly.” As the Deamonette flew off upon her orders, headed to report to Xenolord, she would continue seeking. Around the playhouse, finally to spot a lone man, settled in a haystack where he might take in the show, idly amusing himself with his small amount of magic.<br/><br/>The King.<br/><br/>A slow breath she would gather in, making her way through the shadows only to finally step forth, perhaps 10 feet from where Arkand reclined. It would almost seem like the shadows would slide off her flesh, oozing from her very person to the ground at her feet. Surely just a trick of the light. Though she was in her human guise, her presence was palpable. She could be felt within the very air, and heads would turn as she languidly strolled, seeming to watch the goings on around her. The firelight glinted off her dark hair, causing her milky flesh to alight in a delicious low. As a Succubus, her very presence caused all to see her, all to want her, male and female alike. She wore a simple peasants dress (http://cn1.kaboodle.com/img/c/0/0/151/4/AAAADEL4GnMAAAAAAVFNzQ/denim-peasant-dress.jpg?v=1304386688000), light clean cotton of a deep blue. The off the shoulder top accentuated her shoulders and sleek neck, the tops of milky mounds just covered enough to give an enticing view. The skirt was almost sheer, enough that the silhouette of long legs could be seen as she passed by light, the material hugging the swell of her hips that swayed with each bare-footed step. A smile would be upon glossed lips, full and ripe, and her eyes of gold would sweep the area around her, ignoring each and every look of longing she received... until she allowed her gaze to fall upon the King.<br/><br/>When she did he would feel it physically. As a Succubus of her caliber her Power was intense, and Arkand would flush with desire the moment her gleaming eyes fell upon him. Her steps were silent as she moved towards the King, and even though there was a predatory way she moved, her lovely face would quickly shift to innocent delight. Laughing and clapping her hands, she would point at Arkands' hand as he snapped forth little balls of flame, speaking finally. “ Oh! What a lovely trick! How<em>do</em>you do that Sir?”