Light flooded her world, sending her alter eyes into a frenzy of detection and recognition. She had to shake her head roughly a few times sending her silver hair unfolding and flying everywhere. Shifting her eyes from the infa spectrum to the world of light was easy but still the flood of confusion left her mind tingling and her body humming with danger.<br/><br/>her once dark world now shone with light and a strange man stood before her. She let a snarl rip from her full lips with teeth bared. Her anger stemmed from his lack of submissiveness. He directly spoke to her and his gaze looked her over as if searching for something. He showed no respect for her station as Patrol leader or Female. Taking her five headed snake whip from her hip she let the snakes hiss and match the angered glare that twisted her normally beautiful features.<br/><br/>Eyes flashing orange she looked the man over and noted he held strength in his body. Muscles were covered by a dark garb that mimiced blood soaked silk. Her mind fluttered a moment on her first kill at the sight of the crimson fabric but soon slammed back to the surface dweller before her. She knew though males of the surface thought of females differently. So with her lips thin and eyes narrowed she spoke.<br/><br/>"I am Belfien, House Tor'val, First daughter and High Priestess of Lolth." Her voice seemed to relay softness and respect though her words dripped with a slight venom. It could only be described as the words a spider spoke before she drained her victim. Her next words held a slight curiosity as he had mentioned a call. "I heard no such call Eldritch. I simply scouted ahead for the twenty strong patrol coming this way" Her eyes looking briefly to the light that had appeared almost similar to faeire fire.<br/><br/>She fingered a pedant of silver inset with a fire stone and knew if need be she would call on her flame sprite Bal.<br/>She was curious by nature but knew it was not something the Drow held in high esteem. So flicking a katana from its sheath she pointed it to the man throat and closed the gap quickly.<br/><br/>"Why would a surface dweller give their life to a Drow?" Her voice sounded almost sickly sweet. She hoped the male would attack her back. She awaited for the man's reply with a grin of pure evil upon her sweet face.