Thread: Fall of Elen'thalas (Krimson & HeavenSundered)

Ezza smirked to herself slightly when she heard the sounds of her impromptu guest's bootlaces coming undone. Since he displayed at least a modicum of either respect or intelligence, the sorceress decided that she could continue humoring him until he gave her a reason not to, which she still expected to happen eventually. Seth...that's a graceful name. And you seem oh so proud of it, she finished, a tad patronizingly. Yes, most definitely a noble. No other breed could manage to sound so far up their own backside while doing something as simple as stating their name. Ezzaraith couldn't see it, but she could practically imagine the stupid smug look on his face. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she sent the crystal orbs back to their place in the bookcase. One should not waltz into a spider's web expecting fairness, much less demanding it, you know? the sorceress remarked before pushing herself up with her elbows, rising out of the pool until she was standing, water dripping off of her tanned flesh with a slight pinkish hue. She didn't seem to mind giving Seth a bit of an eyeful, showing off toned legs, a firm, shapely rear and of course that five foot long appendage extending out from her coccyx, hovering just above the ground before curving back up. Ezzaraith's tail was around two and a half inches at its base, gradually reducing to one and a half near the end, the tip being in the shape of a rounded spade. Pursing her lips together, she gave off a slight whistle before crossing to the other side of the pool and gingerly walking up the few stairs that had been carved into the crater, her bottom bouncing enticingly with every step and her skin drying instantly as she conjured a flash of heat through her body. Meanwhile, a series of sickening popping and crunching sounds came from the table just next to where Seth had decided to lean against the cave wall. The pile of tiny bleached bones that had been laying there began to move on their own, rearranging themselves to form a dozen little songbirg skeletons that took flight despite not having any feathers on their whirring bony wings. They took off swiftly, racing across the cave to retrieve some clothes from the dresser, several of the birds working together to hold up each article as they flew them back to Ezza. She passed her arms through the armholes of a black velvet bodice while a violet leather skirt was wrapped around her waist, and then the songbirds toiled away at doing up the laces for both garments with their tiny nimble beaks. The bodice left a vertical strip down her torso as well as the inner curves of her ample breasts exposed, partially covered only by the crisscrossing laces. The skirt seemed more modest from the front or the back, reaching down to just above the ground, but the left side was slit high all the way up to her hip. Finally, the sorceress turned to face Seth once she'd been dressed, the skeletal birds still fluttering around her as she approached him with long, deliberate strides, her tail swaying slightly from side to side. Ezza's golden eyes unabashedly drank in every detail of the man's physique while she returned the favor to him by invading his personal space, stopping only when she was less than two feet away. Seth's build was lithe and wiry, but she could tell that he was covered in wonderfully toned and defined muscles that could only have been forged through countless hours of martial training and combat. As impressive as that was, it was his face that truly captivated the sorceress' attention. Undeniably masculine features with strongly defined lines, and yet still possessing such an almost intangible element of beauty. His long, silky raven hair also added somewhat of an ethereal quality. He certainly had her attention. Arcadian royalty... Ezza stated with more than a hint of curiosity, her slit pupils dilating slightly as she peered into Seth's enchanting crimson eyes. This ought to be good. Her sly smile betrayed the hints of slightly elongated and sharpened canines on both her upper and lower rows of teeth. Ezzaraith's own features were explicitly feminine and delicate, the youthful appearance of a young woman in her very early twenties masking her true age. My name is Ezzaraith. You may call me Ezza if you wish. Taking a step back, she motioned for Seth to come in and make himself at home before turning to walk towards the back of the cave, her songbirds finally returning to rest on the table. Would you like a drink, Seth? Ezza glanced back at him over her shoulder, still smiling. I promise that if I wanted to kill you, it wouldn't be with poison. That's just so...ugh, drab .