The Fey'ri was mostly in a daze, slowly walking to the edge of the floating city docks and discarding her clothing with every other step. The weathered wood turn black and smoldering foot print while the air around her wavered and melted the thick snow. In fact, all through the floating city where she had been was a thick fog and water dripping and flowing from melted snow.
~"Please, don't do this."~
"You should have fed me. When I become this hungry, There is no small creature that can satiate my apatite." To outsiders, it looked as if the glowing Fey'ri was talking to herself. ~"Isoleda, you do not have to do this! There are other ways, other things that you can feast upon. Please!"~ There was a soft chuckling that followed that desperate plea. "I paid you one kindness already, child. I warned you. One would think you would have learned your lesson. I DO NOT... like to be ignored." There would be a moment of silence as the Fey'ri slowly started to float up into the air above the airship docks.
"Well well, what have we here?" A male voice called out. "Not every day something so delicious falls into one's lap." Slowly the Fey'ri turned to see a mountain of a man dressed in matted furs standing a good ways from the edge of the dock. His rusted horned helmet barely hiding the filth of his face underneath.
~"No, Isoleda, please don't kill him..."~ "You wish me to give you the chance to warn him, Mercy? Alright. Let's see how this goes." Slowly the Fey'rie lowered to the weathered wood. ~"Thank you-"~ "Consider it my last offer of kindness before the feast." The man tilted his head, the air around the Fey'ri lowering to a humid feeling.
"Little bird, you'll have to speak up." The man's crooked tooth grin was apparent, as the helm did not hide his mouth very well. He moved forward with confidence and swagger. "Now, about that lap part of the deal."
"No, you don't understand. You have to leave. You have to go and take as many with you as you can. Get as far away from here as possible!" Mercy pleaded and covered herself. "You're in great danger!" The man simply licked his lips and came closer, reaching out to grab hold of her arm.
"Ah, you have a fever. Let me take you in and... care for you." The wide eyed Mercy stared up at him and shook her head from side to side, black curls bouncing. "I'll give you something that should perk you right up." As his hand slid down along her arm to her chest she attempted to step back.
"Why wont you listen to me?!" The heat around them started to rise again. The wood below the Fey'ri's feet starting to sizzle and crack with smoke and steam rising up. The heat hit so quick, the man's breath was taken from him instantly. ~"No... You said!"~
"There is no reason to continue your argument child. I gave you plenty of time. Now to purge this filthy soul so that he can be claimed." Isoleda's voice echoed and as she rose up the man's body started to cook as if time had sped up in the hottest day of the desert. His once thick large body curling in upon it'self with a hiss much like a boiled lobster before suddenly bursting into flames. In the Fey'ri's mind, Mercy could be heard sobbing with a meek repeat ~"no, no, they don't deserve this."~
"Ignorance is not becoming of you. That man had no care of you at all, other than you were a warm naked body on a cold day. I have given him something far more worthy to be." There would be no reply, almost as if Mercy turned away unwilling to watch what was to come. Isoleda glowed. "Don't be so foolish. I know you enjoy this as much as I do. The power you feel after is one you cannot deny nor ignore. Feast with me." Still no answer, but that did not matter at all. A wave of hot air blew out from the Fey'ri's naked body, the floating city going from cold and foggy to a soft steam rising. Pained and startled shouts coming from deep within the cracks and houses.
"I, Isoleda -thd- iafdrao, cdaim thdad daada aad thd aodda withia. I widd adra add datid pdrd! adrvd md, fddd md aad yod ahadd ad jdat rdwarddd. Ataad ia thd way aad thdrd widd ad ao fiadr aah thaa yodr corpad widd ddavd." ["I, Isoleda -The- inferno, claim these lands and the souls within. I will burn all until pure! Serve me, feed me and you shall be just rewarded. Stand in my way and there will be no finer ash than your corpse will leave."] Those words would echo out for miles and reach two Tiefling's ears with such a horrid aftershock, that a blue figure would stand at the edge of a portal rethinking her bravery in an attempt to save more souls.
~"Please, don't do this."~
"You should have fed me. When I become this hungry, There is no small creature that can satiate my apatite." To outsiders, it looked as if the glowing Fey'ri was talking to herself. ~"Isoleda, you do not have to do this! There are other ways, other things that you can feast upon. Please!"~ There was a soft chuckling that followed that desperate plea. "I paid you one kindness already, child. I warned you. One would think you would have learned your lesson. I DO NOT... like to be ignored." There would be a moment of silence as the Fey'ri slowly started to float up into the air above the airship docks.
"Well well, what have we here?" A male voice called out. "Not every day something so delicious falls into one's lap." Slowly the Fey'ri turned to see a mountain of a man dressed in matted furs standing a good ways from the edge of the dock. His rusted horned helmet barely hiding the filth of his face underneath.
~"No, Isoleda, please don't kill him..."~ "You wish me to give you the chance to warn him, Mercy? Alright. Let's see how this goes." Slowly the Fey'rie lowered to the weathered wood. ~"Thank you-"~ "Consider it my last offer of kindness before the feast." The man tilted his head, the air around the Fey'ri lowering to a humid feeling.
"Little bird, you'll have to speak up." The man's crooked tooth grin was apparent, as the helm did not hide his mouth very well. He moved forward with confidence and swagger. "Now, about that lap part of the deal."
"No, you don't understand. You have to leave. You have to go and take as many with you as you can. Get as far away from here as possible!" Mercy pleaded and covered herself. "You're in great danger!" The man simply licked his lips and came closer, reaching out to grab hold of her arm.
"Ah, you have a fever. Let me take you in and... care for you." The wide eyed Mercy stared up at him and shook her head from side to side, black curls bouncing. "I'll give you something that should perk you right up." As his hand slid down along her arm to her chest she attempted to step back.
"Why wont you listen to me?!" The heat around them started to rise again. The wood below the Fey'ri's feet starting to sizzle and crack with smoke and steam rising up. The heat hit so quick, the man's breath was taken from him instantly. ~"No... You said!"~
"There is no reason to continue your argument child. I gave you plenty of time. Now to purge this filthy soul so that he can be claimed." Isoleda's voice echoed and as she rose up the man's body started to cook as if time had sped up in the hottest day of the desert. His once thick large body curling in upon it'self with a hiss much like a boiled lobster before suddenly bursting into flames. In the Fey'ri's mind, Mercy could be heard sobbing with a meek repeat ~"no, no, they don't deserve this."~
"Ignorance is not becoming of you. That man had no care of you at all, other than you were a warm naked body on a cold day. I have given him something far more worthy to be." There would be no reply, almost as if Mercy turned away unwilling to watch what was to come. Isoleda glowed. "Don't be so foolish. I know you enjoy this as much as I do. The power you feel after is one you cannot deny nor ignore. Feast with me." Still no answer, but that did not matter at all. A wave of hot air blew out from the Fey'ri's naked body, the floating city going from cold and foggy to a soft steam rising. Pained and startled shouts coming from deep within the cracks and houses.
"I, Isoleda -thd- iafdrao, cdaim thdad daada aad thd aodda withia. I widd adra add datid pdrd! adrvd md, fddd md aad yod ahadd ad jdat rdwarddd. Ataad ia thd way aad thdrd widd ad ao fiadr aah thaa yodr corpad widd ddavd." ["I, Isoleda -The- inferno, claim these lands and the souls within. I will burn all until pure! Serve me, feed me and you shall be just rewarded. Stand in my way and there will be no finer ash than your corpse will leave."] Those words would echo out for miles and reach two Tiefling's ears with such a horrid aftershock, that a blue figure would stand at the edge of a portal rethinking her bravery in an attempt to save more souls.