In the far land of Asxairo, off the distant ruins of the Rovien Sea lives a damnation to the kingdoms. She is something beyond the great bounds of the ancestors and the Gods. She is an unstoppable force and she has a mission to complete.
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Violet eyes flickered across the dining hall, steady and alluring as it took everything in and left out nothing. The whispering voices surrounding her did nothing to put her off track, sharp eyes scanning the extravagant hall.
Scraps of meat were pushed aside on the plate sitting in front of her, her fork clicking with the polished surface of the spoon as it fell from her grip. Her mind was racing, her blood seeming to rush through her body to the point where she felt the slight dizzy that was left over after having too many drinks.
Suddenly, too quick for even the quickest of minds to process, a pair of cold, blue eyes met her violet ones, the light inside of them sparkling as it met her gaze.
Venix was too frozen to move, knowing very well that her legs were capable of running her across the desert and back without dying of numbness if she wanted to. She knew that every single bone in her body, every single muscle that twitched within her body was capable of moving on their own will.
And yet when her eyes still held the strong gaze of Lucien's, it seemed as if she was incapable of moving, every white noise, every blurry image that flickered in her peripheral vision, seeming to all just disappear.
There was something too intriguing about him that kept her in place, something so challenging burning in those icy eyes of his that fought her back, that she had no choice but to hold it for as long as she could.
Until she could figure out what he hid in those eyes of his.
With a bat of his eyes, Lucien finally broke off their intense gaze, his fingers curling around his long cloak as Rheynoak neared him, his tall figure standing next to his right-hand man.
A snarl emanated deep within her throat, a tingling sensation crawling up her neck as she watched the two, the dark deceitfulness in Rheynoak's smile as he whispered inaudible things in his friend's ear.
His fellow companion, who had returned from his journey after seven days at sea and two and a half days of walking, nodded and clasped his hands in front of him.
Lucien's expression never changed, calm and at bay, as he nodded very little at the tribe leader's words, his lips pulled into an ever thin line even as the tribe leader pulled away.
His jaw was locked in place, long strands of white hair grazing past the glorious structure that was his face, a strand brushing past a strong cheekbone. His hands were clasped together in a professionally aggravated manner, his pale skin seeming to flush in a rather scarlet hue.
"Excuse me, Venix?" A voice sounding of spring's birds and a soft breeze pulled the BloodBone Witch out of her private thoughts, her eyes rising to meet a short figure.
The girl presenting themselves in front of her was shorter than Venix. Her eyes were a dusty grey and her complexion was deeply tanned and her fresh face was gently carved with pronounced cheekbones. She stood there, shuffling her feet, her hands running through her cropped midnight blue hair to push the curls away.
