<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1e/f2/c5/1ef2c5dfe912a6440a354ec28940923e.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Elisa Morosan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268316.msg13231209#msg13231209)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Main Beach<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><strong>Content</strong>:<br/><hr/><br/>Glancing briefly down at the man she'd slain, Elisa rose to her feet and cast a look around at the wreckage around her.  The brutal murder had not made her feel any better about everything they had suffered at the hands of the Ulfen, and in fact a feeling of dark, savage glee which had risen within her at the kill left her shaken and even more terrified than before.  It wasn't the first time she had experienced that strange sense of a monster living within her, just waiting to claw its way out and slaughter anything and everything nearby.  It was born the same time her urge to travel had become too strong to ignore and her dreams had begun to take on a darker, more gruesome and shadowy theme.<br/><br/>Passing her clean palm before her eyes to force herself to focus and cast her concerns to the back of her mind, she turned to squint out at the water, the light still hurting her eyes after the darkness that claimed the bowels of the ship.  Speaking of which, she could feel her skin tightening beneath the dripping, befouled rag that she had been forced to wear since they'd been taken by the disgusting men.  Despite the chill wind, she stripped the cloth off and dropped it onto the rapidly chilling body of the man she'd killed, before walking into the ocean.  Dipping beneath the freezing waves, she scrubbed ruthlessly at her skin, ignoring the cold for the sake of cleaning the filth from her body.<br/><br/>She found that being forced to forfeit most aspects of civilization had appealed to whatever lived in the shadowy corners of her mind, had made that<em>thing</em>feel right at home, had even given it strength in some way.  Despite her chattering teeth and the bone-deep cold that steadily seeped into her bare flesh, she continued to rub the dirt from her pale form, until her milk-and-honey skin began to turn pink and then redden from the force and relentless onslaught of her hands.<br/><br/>The sight of a hide dress floating by her finally snapped her from the brief hysteria to which she'd succumbed and she snatched it off the waves, mewling under her breath as the feeling of painful cold once more overwhelmed her.  Hissing, she waded shamelessly back out of the water and followed the sensation of warmth to the fire that the other woman had set on the beach.  Clutching the dress, she moved close to the flames and shuddered as the feeling began to seep back into her body, making her skin prickle and sting and every muscle ache.  Her wrists were worn bloody and raw from the shackles, and her knees were bruised from kneeling on the had wooden floor.  As she crouched with her dress near the fire, she began using her fingers to comb the tangles from her thick, black, waist-length hair.<br/><br/>Her mis-matched, milky eyes flicked to the half-orc and her victim, voice a husky whisper with a thick Varisian accent and alluring purr on the back end.<br/><br/>"Madmen and monsters whisper lies like wild beasts rut in the woods, Skald.  These men are both and neither."