Thread: Wish Upon a Kithril

It was freezing, a very bitterly cold night with snow that fluttered onto the streets, coating the roads so fast that the many snowplows couldn't keep up. It was bitterly cold enough that the Lake in the park had frozen solid, and the children ha taken to skating on it when school was let out. The night itself was peaceful, because of the snow most of the people in the city where trapped, closed off from the world and for once the world was silent. Not all that silent though, along the streets, darting through the street lamps was a figure, a young girl, or she looked like a young girl anyway, a dirty young girl, and cold too it looked like. She was very clearly homeless, and very clearly looking for shelter, she needed shelter or she would freeze to death, even being an immortal creature with all of the worlds magic at her fingertips she really didn't want to spend the winter frozen under a snowdrift. So she was looking for shelter. She was young, twenty maybe, it depended on which angle you looked at her from, one angle she looked sixteen, the other angle she looked in her early twenties, it was impossible to tell. She told people she was twenty one, but really she was closer to six hundred, not that she could remember much of those times. She was bound to masters, one after another and that was all she knew, just her master, and what he wanted. She smiled fondly in memory of her last Master, he had died only weeks ago, a heart attack that she hadn't been able to stop, but that was the way of things, she was perfectly capable of defending people from an attack or performing CPR but she could not stop the flow of time or the course of nature. It had been his time, and she had done all she could to make his passing a comfortable one. Now she was master-less, and homeless. Cold, starving and in desperate need of a new master, someone who would use her the way she needed to be used. Her name was Kimsi , and she was a pretty little thing, it amazed her how many people ignored her, she was beautiful and she knew it, she was supposed to be beautiful after all. She had long silver hair that fell to her thighs in long graceful tangles, she had been finger brushing her hair but it wasn't enough and she was loosing the battle. Her eyes where a bright green, a gorgeous green that sparkled in the light of the streetlights. Her skin was as pale as the moon, and she was slender but not thin, she was perfect in body, thin but not starving, not yet anyway, she'd had enough reserves of magic to keep herself fed, but now she was running out. She had just enough magic to prove she was magic, and she had to save that to prove to her new master of what she was. She coughed hard into her hand and shook her head, that was the last thing she needed, was to catch some silly human sickness. That could be just as debilitating as freezing, it wouldn't kill her, but the magic starvation could, it was a painful way to go, and she needed a new master, she couldn't afford to be picky anymore, as soon as she smelled someone she thought would need use of her... resources, she was certainly going to do everything in her power to catch his attention. Even if she had to cheat to do it. She paused suddenly as she turned and stared at a house. It was clearly in need of repair, the heat was on in there, she could see the warmth inside, but it looked as if the water was either turned off or frozen and that wasn't good. The electricity was still on, she could see a Television flickering in there, the person inside... well she couldn't see them. This was the person, her new master, she could taste the Sexual Libido in there, someone repressed for a long time, someone who needed a willing fuck slut. She sidled up to the house and peered inside and smirked to herself as she reached into the house and turned off the TV, making the lights inside the house, everything running on electricity flicker. Anyone inside would assume the power had surged. She carefully started sliding the window open, wary of any clocks that would indicate a gun being loaded or a round being chambered. She didn't have the energy to heal a bullet wound. She slipped inside with all the stealth and grace of a cat and slowly shit the window, shuddering as the warmth of the house sank in to her bones, warming her almost immediately as she turned, and winced as she knocked over a table, creating a resounding THUD that would wake, or alert anything in the house. It was on purpose, but the person in the house didn't need to know that. She just needed them to discover her, and then she would work on snaring him, on making him her master.