Witch_of_the_Web
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- Posted: Sun, 20 Apr 2014 04:28:37 +0000
Vtehn Tia
Heras Box
Reader of Omens
It was then that Lacrimosa detected a new scent, something faintly singed, probably reptilian and definitely masculine, and forgot about Elise entirely. She slowed to a casual glide, circling above the source of this sweet barbecued manliness like some vulture out of a taxidermist's nightmare. This was an awe-inspiring smell, no, it was better than that! It was a forbidden smell, a draconic smell, the kind of smell that her mistress hated passionately, which just made it twice as sexy. She could live in this smell, live with this smell, close her eyes and get lost in it until she ...
... ran headfirst into a tree. This was why flying with her eyes closed was a bad idea. Talk about embarrassing. The offending branch snapped her back to reality, and she slowly disentangled herself with a rustle of leaves and a snap of twigs before flipping over to hang upside down by her tendrils. It was in this position that she finally got her first good glimpse of Ryuuku.
The glimpse slowly stretched into a long, rapturous stare.
* * * * * * * *
Lillian brushed at her bangs in irritation, the fingers of her other hand drumming on the window sill impatiently. Surely her familiar had made contact by now? She could feel the usual collection of odd emotional fluxes coming through their link, but she generally tried to ignore some of the more lewd ones (which more often than not amounted to all of them). Hence her frustration; if Lacrimosa was there, she should have at least established a direct sensory connection. What was the point of teaching her those spells if she would just forget about them the minute she reached the objective?
After another minute of seemingly interminable waiting, during which the Kindred ran through her full repertoire of tics, taps, clicks, and stretches, Lillian finally gave up the wait and summoned her staff with a sharp click of her fingers. Fortunately she kept the spell stored up for occasions exactly like this one, when that fool-headed fiend saw fit to forget the basics of their contract. She raised the staff straight up in front of her, a crimson jewel pointing like a great eye in the direction Lacrimosa had gone, her fingers working away at several interlocking rings on the shaft. The clicking of the rings sliding into position was the only sound for a moment, and then the sensory link was triggered with a faint rush.
Lillian's gaze seemed to fly out from her body, following the exact trail her familiar had taken, racing around the lake to rest within the boughs of a tall oak. Her inner eye adjusted for a moment, before finally focusing on the object of her familiar's attention with a faint smile from its owner.
The smile promptly curdled, and she could not hold back the horrified scream that accompanied it. "OH, FOR GODS' SAKE, WHY?!"