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Victoria Ying's Art: Magic - WOW! The light. The light. The way some artists can manipulate the light.:

 

The Daughter of the Frost had stricken a deal with Wraith shrouded in his misery.

Beneath the drooping shadows of a tunnel beneath a troublesome mountain, the chilling breeze whispering past the duo as they conversed. Within the tunnel, the woman looked meager; an ordinary Mali'aheral with the haughty smirk etched 'pon her features. Yet the figure she met her gaze with donned a cloak shrouding him within the blankets of the shadows, rasping words the woman countered sharply.

 

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Two figures clambered up the broken roads with hurried steps. One figure was of farfolk origin, stumbling to follow the hasty steps of the Mali'aheral. The Mali'aheral behind him had promised him a home - a large, elite home with land that stretched beyond the horizon. 

 

Their journey ended within a familiar cave. The Mali'aheral woman faced the other way momentarily, adjusting the hold of the ring coiled around her fingers. She had remained silent for the majority of the journey, though now as she turned; she spoke to him in a clear and clipped voice with little hints of amusement.

"You say that you once courted an elf?" She inquired, allowing the dull smile to infiltrate the thin features. 

 

Their conversation lasted for a while, the woman's growing contempt evident at the mention of his lover being another Mali'aheral. Yet the hum of the ring coiled around her finger brightened, as her illusion weaved itself unto the mind of the other - casting around him distractions, feelings nudging through his subconscious. Her powers were heightened by the sweeping power of the ring, and she persisted to influence the man in front of her - with dull words, and a lullaby of an illusion to call upon him sleep.

 

Finally as the illusion seemed to have taken hold of the Farfolk, the figure cloaked in darkness stepped forward from his enclosure - steel in hand as the whispers of the illusion ceased completely.

 

 

 

The Wraith approached, steps were quiet to approach the oblivious man, silver steel raised. 

 

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((It was a private rp-thing I did late at night q-q and I felt like writing random ****. ))

 

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