Thread: Dark Desires: A Plot of Madness

Ellifain wandered through the Forest of Amir fuming. Not only had the council elected not to do anything about what had happend, they had chosen not to warn the city of Amir about what was occurring, leaving them clueless to the dangers around them. This especially irked her because Amir was only a small jaunt from the city gates. It was supposed to be Rautguard's greatest ally, the agreements and small favors over the years and former rulers having added up to the political equivalent of a friendship. On average the people of Amir got along swimmingly with the people of Rautguard. Sometimes the elves would go as far as looking over a family passing through, their love of children lending them the urge to see them safely through. Something was wrong with the council lately. Normally there would have been an immediate response to a situation like this. Several of her people were being held captive, some not even in their second decade of life. This would have normally send the full wrath of the elven people down on the king, but their response had been oddly muted. Worse yet, Ellifain had to find out from another instead of the council that there was no action to be taken. Growling, the elf looked up into the canopy and immediately walked to the nearest tree and began to scale it. She could have just leaped from trunk to trunk untill she reached the canopy but there was some kind of easement, some sense of fulfillment, in grasping the tree with her bare hands and pulling her weight along its trunk. As she reached the canopy she pulled her weight up with just her arms, then pulled herself into a handstand and cartwheeled along a branch until she was upright. Shifting her bags she began walking, no seeing any signs of elven passage. She found this odd but dismissed it. It was a large forest. Perhaps they simply had been elsewhere for the last few days. Ellifain continued along, intending to leap across the river at an oaken overhang. It wasn't all that large for a river. Half way over it hung a large oak and the opposite side had a fallen ash that had never quite pulled itself free of the ground. It was a five foot leap from one to the other and required quite a bit of dexterity when reaching the other tree to keep your hold and shimmy around. Otherwise a person was just asking for a bath. Drawing down on the river she looked out and saw a young woman swimming in it. Crouching down on her branch, she watched. Her frustrations and anger bubbling to the surface as if the act of pausing had agitated them in some manner. She watched the woman for a few minutes but it wasn't until the woman climbed free of the water that two things became abundantly clear to the distracted elf. The woman was human, something that Ellifain would have instantly spotted had she bothered to actually look, and the woman was already known to the elf. Ellifain's lips curled into a feral snarl as she rose on the branch and pulled her bow from her shoulder, intending to drop the woman where she stood. Then something in her clicked and she slowly set the bow against the tree, hooking one end on a branch and making sure it came to rest silently against it. She didn't know exactly what she intended to do, but she knew she had no intentions of fighting the sudden drive coursing through her. The woman below was known to her because one of the guards that had held her captive had been sweet on her. So much so that he described her every detail as if a lover. Princess Danica, next ruler of Rautguard and the and the domain of King Leonis her tormentor. Ellifain opened her bag and looked inside. She had a length of rope but it wasn't much. Looking to the woman, her eyes lit upon the fabric of her dress. It was a slender number and the elf realized that using it would leave her naked for the most part, but oddly the elf didn't care. Rope in hand, she lept from the tree and landed lightly behind the woman, the moonlight highlighting her body and displaying her slender frame and supple curves to full affect as her dark hair settled back behind her. Her blue eyes flecked with gold nearly shown as a smile creased her lips. The small tight black top and traveling skirt she wore complimented with black knee high boots laced in elven fashion. As the woman turned, Ellifain couldn't help but step forward and say in a melodious voice, Well hi there. before striking. She struck with the flat of her palm, hitting the woman square in the chest and watching while she staggered back and struck the tree behind her. Slowly stalking forward, Ellifain eyed the woman. There was no sense in letting such a chance pass by, now was there? A dark smile crossed her lips as she saw the woman look at her Let me properly welcome you to the Forest of Amir.