Thread: Captivated(Raziel99+Anjeru)

The night was dark, the moon a new moon, non visible to the populace. A slight fogbank had rolled in, giving the surrounding area a rather eerie effect to those who dared to wander about this late in the night, or early in the morning. It was just a tad past midnight and where as it seemed like any other night, at the same time, it was not. Outside the town's limits, near the base of the mountians, there laid a small, almost and nearly forgotten cottage, surrounded in a fiolage of trees and brush. It was desolate, save for a single woman, if a woman is what you would call such a creature. Tonight she was dressed in a long, swirling, black skirt, and a tight, red corset, outlined in black. Long, black gloves traveled from her upper arms to her middle finger where it slimmed and hooked around like a ring. Her hair was black, in long curls, spilling to her pale, thrust up, bust. A black choker laid around her neck, a gothic cross laying in her clevage. All this was covered by a long cloak, the hood pulled up and over her, shadowing her face. She had wandered a little ways from the cottage, towards a little set up she had placed beside the river. Her feet were bare and dirty from the Earth, but she didn't care. Coming to the cauldron, she made sure the fire was stoked and boiling her concoction. A potion she had been brewing for a little time now, but couldn't complete until the night where the moon had disappeared. Tonight she had to add the last ingrediant and it wasn't a hard one for someone, or something , like her. She stood at the side of the cauldron and pulled a dagger from her garter, beneath her skirt, and, holding her hand over the liquid, she sliced her palm. The blood immediately spilled from her and she made no obvious sign of pain as it fell into the, now, boiling potion. When the correct amount had been added, she dropped the dagger to the earth and drew her tongue across her cut. Due to her race, the saliva allowed the cut to close and fully heal, disappearing as quickly as she had made it appear. That should do it, she murmured as she took the large ladle and began to stir the cauldron's contents. After a few moments, she stopped stirring and moved to the river side. She scooped the water into her hands and, using an ability, she kept it from leaking as she carried it back to the cauldron to put out the fire. After the fire was out, she went back to the cottage and gathered a few empty, glass bottles that she had stored there. She took them back to the spot where she had concocted the potion and began to fill them. As each bottle was filled, she corked them off and placed them on the ground beside her feet until, after a few minutes or so, she had them all filled. Picking them up, she took them back to the cottage, save a single bottle. She stored them in the cooler she had brought with her, before once again returning to the river side. The single bottle sat at rest beside the now empty cauldron and she contemplated it for a moment, before simply sitting beside it. No one is going to find me out here, so it is not like I'm going to need it, the woman said to herself. Likely, that would be true. She was miles out of town and, despite the rumors that brought her the occassional guest, she didn't see many people coming out here to investigate. Especially this late. She pulled her hood down and shook free her curls, before sitting herself beside the river and dipping her feet into the water. Her ice cold blue eyes stared withing the moving current as she silently enjoyed the foggy, cold night she had become so accustomed to.