Prelude(closed for myself and DA)

[angelkissez]

The rays of the moonbeams split through the trees,the calls of the nighttime animals her sway. Three nights now she had followed the scent...watched from a treetop. The slight form beneath her on the forest ground fascinated her. Something called to her from the woodland denizen,something almost as primal as she herself was. Her silver eyes followed every move...every curve of the form. Her soulless heart raced frantically,her body cried out for her essence. Her purity...but there was an underlying current one she could not put her undead finger on..not yet.

She moved through the treetops as her prey moved below her,quiet enough not to be seen but sure enough of herself to know she could feel her. Her waist length white hair billowed out around her as she moved from tree to tree. Soon she wearied of the trees and dropped silently to the ground,using the rocks to hide her from view. She was close enough to reach a hand out and touch her skin,she simply let out a soft breath from her lips,then with her unearthly quickness was gone from the spot to another before her prey could turn around. A simple push of breath almost like a kiss of the wind...a simple touch of the night.

Smiling to herself,Kizzie crouched low on a rock as she watched...watched the woman before her turn...looking. She was almost tempted to make herself know this night but time was growing short until dayrise and she had yet to feed. Knowing she would soon return to this spot she turned and quickly bled into the night,the soft cry of the deer she found seconds later seemed normal among the forest dwellers as she fed. Then headed for her refuge in her castle many miles away.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Angel wandered aimlessly, feet falling softly upon the undergrowth. She made barely a sound, save a bush rustle here and there as she stopped to smell a flower or pick a berry. Perhaps aimless was a misleading term, for the fae certainly seemed to know where she was going, even if her path seemed random. In truth it was very precise. Every tip of her toe followed a path only she could see, the silvery blue meandering of a ley as it wound around mounds and depressions, circled trees and rocks. Lost as she was in her world of magic, leys, and flower essence, she completely missed the subtle stirrings in trees.

It was only upon bending to greet a lady-slipper that something appeared amiss. The delicate and normally welcoming flower had pulled in upon itself protectively. Most would have missed such a small event, but this wasn't a mundane shaking of branches, it was a a magical flower's response to something Angel could not see. Almost on cue the hairs on her neck stood erect, bringing little raised bumps upon her skin and she found her heart racing in response to nothing more than a little puff of air.

It was there, and then it was gone but the grass told the tale. Behind the rock, she could hear the blades groaning as they struggled to rise. Someone had been there just moments before. Alert and now very aware, she completed her gathering, stopping every few minutes to listen and cast protective wards.

Later, over a cup of tea and a fire's comforting words, she convinced herself that whatever it had been, was nothing.