Thread: A Radiant Slither and the False God. (Clearsight, SomethingEsoteric)

There was something tantalizing about Hilde, beyond that of the normal woman, something perhaps particular to Val's tastes even. She was beautiful, that had never been a in question, in fact she had beauty that exceeded most living beings, human or otherwise, there were many elves that Hilde outshone. Yet that wasn't enough to captivate Val, no who Hilde was accomplished that. The bit of innocence that drove Hilde's actions, that blunt honesty, the passion and determination in her eyes. Even if Val found her path and goals to be foolish she admired the strength of conviction the Paladin displayed, and perhaps more than anything she was intrigued. Thoughts of playing with Hilde had danced around in her mind since the first time they met, and even more after their little reunion for this quest. She wanted to see that innocence shattered and to crush whatever sense of duty the Paladin held above even her own life. Maybe it was due to her dislike for religion or her inability to understand people dying for a faith and god that never gave them anything in return, she didn't know but she liked the mystery. A slight purr escaped Val's lips as one of her favorite parts about Hilde made continuous appearances, those looks. She remembered finding it a bit irritating the first time they met but it was actually rather fun, to be able to see the woman's thoughts on her face, so easy to read and with her personality it was lovely. The innocence really showed in that way more than any other and during the confrontation she noticed nice little hints of what she had already assumed about Hilde, and how delicious those small nuggets of knowledge were. No matter how amusing she found Hilde the woman was no simple dullard, no towns girl who knew how to swoon and keep her nose out of what wasn't her business. No, Hilde was a highly intelligent curious individual, a strong personality and a clear set of beliefs she carried herself upon and that was not a quality she dished out subtly but instead chose to wear out in the open. It was a bit infuriating but Val tried to shake it off, growling, not wishing to speak of Avice. Yet Hilde wouldn't be ignored, even if fate was determining how difficult she was to shrug off. Val lifted an eyebrow as she turned and looked at the floored Hilde, a smirk touching her features as her eyes wandered directly to her hiked leather and chain. Oh my... Her tone conveyed her intentions as she licked her lips rather suggestively, those thighs, the moist spot hidden by a mere cotton wrap. Val sucked and nibbled her own lip, as if trying to control herself when that was her clear weak point. How one was supposed to ignore Hilde however was a mystery, that woman was infuriating which bred this feeling of desire tucked away just beneath the surface, and her beauty well that was a dilemma of its own. Yet a deep breath managed to do enough of the trick to allow her to turn away and refuse her senses the additional pleasure of observation. Not that it was easy, yet she was doing what she had to in order to get the damn quest over with. When Hilde called out to her the next time it was a far different story. Val turned about with an anger burning in her eyes that seemed reminiscent of her battle state. There's no what? Val was moving back towards Hilde with a swagger similar to a wild cat making her way to its wounded prey. Grace was not always a wonderful sight to behold, in Hilde's case it was the grace of an angered woman whose hot temper was only equaled by her combat prowess. As soon as Hilde was to her feet and within range of Val that strong, deceivingly delicate, hand shot forth and wrapped itself around her throat, no killing intent or choking but it kept her head in place, forcing her to look directly at her. I think you misunderstood something Paladin and it was your mistake indeed... Because I am no friend of the cloth, no servant of the people, I am a mercenary and an expensive one at that. So when your dear friar mentioned a reward I agreed to tag along and ensure success. Not as some fucking good Samaritan but as a mercenary... She snarled, This is why I hate you fucking humans. You believe you know everything, that just because I do no openly mourn, just because I didn't love Avice, that I don't give a damn that she is dead... She paused for a moment leaning in closely. She was a friend... One of the only people who I actually did give a damn about... But she is dead, as almost everyone I've ever known has ended up and I've grown tired of mourning, tired of crying and mourning. There was a sadness she would never normally reveal hidden beneath her words, because if anyone understood how sad it was that she had become desensitized to death it was Val. But perhaps I am a monster, that's what you called me right? A monster. I suppose that could be considered true, because I don't plan on having lost a friend for you and your fucking church and receiving nothing but a gods damned thank you and some half-ass selfish bullshit, and don't act like the churches aren't selfish fucks, they just hide it behind their religion. Heh... Val brought Hilde close to her, leaning in and bringing her lips to rest against Hilde's ear, taking in the rather intoxicating presence that was Hilde for a brief moment. But I don't really have much need for monetary compensation, I've got plenty of that from my exploitation of the needs of the people in such troubled times. No, I can think of other ways I can be satisfied for my services, and a way to take my mind away from what I have lost today. At that point her lips wrapped around the edge of Hilde's ear, nibbling at the flesh before retracting and running her slick tongue up Hilde's lobe and up the ridge of the ear where her teeth had just grazed. Hot breath spilled from her delicate lips over the damped skin, her enchanting voice filling Hilde's ear yet again. Then again if you wish I can simply pressure your church into making a suitable payment, I'm really not picky on the form of payment as long as it's something I desire. Then again if you think about it this form of payment would definitely save your precious church the trouble of forking over the coin they take from the people. She grinned as she pulled away, tempted to take the lips that always grabbed her attention but choosing to let Hilde consider it on her own for a moment and turning about to walk away just for that reason. She had a feeling it wouldn't be an easy decision, she had seen the moist spot, she could read Hilde like a book, and she was damn good at playing with the lust of others, it was perhaps her favorite pastimes. Even as she walked in front of Hilde though she didn't stop grinning, no she was far too entertained to do so, curious what Hilde would decide, and what she would do with either decision. Of course Val was not as much a monster as she liked people to believe, if the church didn't have the coin she wouldn't threaten, especially not when she had some odd interest in the infuriating Paladin. So very entertaining she muttered, looking ahead, otherwise she would be unable to contain her excitement.