Connlaoth, Connlaoth...
This was a city where magic was heresy. Mages were unwelcomed, magic items were forbidden and magic creatures - magic creatures where what a sin was to a religious folk. Blasphemy, wicked, wrong. Those that were born with such imperfections made sure to stay away, as far as they could from such place. Technology was their reign; magic was but a rabbit cub facing the wrath of a powerful tiger.
Not even nightfall made the city a safe haven for the users of the arcane arts. The nights had movement. Under the indigo sky, stars illuminating it alike it was a God, people enjoyed their night-life, forgetting all the daily stress of work. The taverns were full, laughter and singing and dancing escaping from their doors or windows, an occasional yelp of a maid being grabbed ruthlessly, sometimes followed by a dry tonk of a frying pan hitting on the assaulter's head, the sporadic turbulence of a drunken brawl and the cheers of the spectators were like wolves' howls in the not so silent night. Guards, a most recognized force that Connlaoth was proud to have, patrolled the streets and alleys. The sound of a cat would make them look in its way, always awaiting for an intruder to appear, ready to spear through him if resistance was shown.
These were some of the reasons why mages, among others, did not dare to approuch the troubling city. So it was just about normal for one to wonder, what was an unseelie doing there?
Leaning on the rail of an empty balcony, the eerie creature that went around by the name of Lex was observing the movement below. The cold hair of an ending Summer tasted fresh in her tongue. The grotesque hat she wore seemed to be asleep, its body slouched lightly, the single eye it had, closed. The unseelie did not, however. Stressed, she seemed, her pale hands wrapped tightly around the rail. Her tongue darted out like a snake's, moistening her dry lips. Rubbing her head in an aprehensive way, the girl nipped idly at her bottom lip, her unblinking eyes watchful for a prey like an eagle.
She was so hungry...
Her breathing was heavy, she was sweating lightly. There was a small tremble running up and down her fingers, making them twitchy, as if she was nervous. With an almost inaudible whimper, the girl crouched and pressed her forehead against the bars of the rail, one hand closing its fingers around one. It hurt; her head was about to explode, or so it felt, her stomach was upset, like she needed to throw up, and her skin was sweating, burning. Not even the cold iron of the rail was of any help.
This curse of hers, having to feed, was not easy to handle when some one such as the wight herself was so picky. She had to have humanoid blood - she refused to take from those animals that crawled or wagged their tails happily at their masters, even from those beasts that carried them, or them monsters that slaughtered the humans. No, the blood she took had to be fresh and delicious, delicious! Human blood was a preference, but she took would take that of an elf, or an orc. Warm blood going past her lips, soothing her hunger. Just thinking about this made the unseelie feel weaker. She was not sure of how many days had passed since her last feeding, but she was sure that it been over a week ago.
She was not in Connloath because it was a challenge - Lex was not that kind of people, those that were striving for adventure, for rebellion. She was more a troublemaker for other people, not for her own self. She was there because it was the closest city she was from when this hunger attacked her.
The unseelie felt everything hazy around her, before a gut feeling pulled her back to reality. She did not hold it - turning to her side, on her hands and knees, she belched silently. Wheezing a bit, Lex wiped her mouth and spat out the acrid taste. Groaning, the girl pushed herself back up to her feet and leaned again on the rail. Tapping the hat, Mr. Fifi stirred from its slumber like a child awakes unwillingly from a good sleep. As it was fully awake, Lex seemed to become a little stronger. She held herself together; she needed her food.
Observing the people below, she hissed mentally. It was rare to find a person by himself - usually it were groups of three or more people - but when one did pass, the guards were around. She could probably take care of three people, but she wasn't feeling very up to it.
So, with patience, the unseelie observed the people passing by, waiting for a sole poor soul to come by, so she could get herself to the self-serving buffet.
