“Priestess,” the lips of an accompanying member of Venusti’s religious sect curled upward in disgust, “what are we doing up here on the surface?” The disapproving hiss heard in her tone told Venusti that the inexperienced female spoke for the rest of the group following behind her. All four of them were females. Such would only be expected from the Sacred Order of Se’Kai, which served as the religious organization for the Drows. Venusti was not only a High Priestess in its ranks but she was a well known sorceress too.
Venusti’s reply held a dark malice, mirroring the viscous flash of anger that harbored behind her pools of ice blue. “Mother saw it fit for us to take a stroll.” She simply stated, holding back the details of truth that fulfilled the directed question. In truth her mother, a First Priestess of Se’Kai, had ordered Venusti to the surface to deal with some trespassers who seemed to unsettle the peaceful, and make nervous, some drow council members. Venusti saw the command as a chore of sorts that dishonored her High position. She knew that her own mother plotted against her wellbeing and sent her on pitiful missions just to get her as far away as possible. Bitterly, Venusti plotted her revenge… knowing that someday she would repay the bitch and make her regret for ever giving birth to her.
Her black boots stretched up her legs; high-heeled and covering her calves. Somehow Venusti’s steps through the forest floor did not make a sound. The hem of her dress fell just an inch from grazing the dead leaves all about. It was black with a silver sheen fitted like a ‘V’ across her chest so that it covered her bare breasts, and laced together like a bodice. It hugged her hips in a seductive ease and fell in flowing folds. A split traced up the middle revealing her long legs and silver bikini-bottoms. Jeweled bangles adorned her upper arms sparkling against her ashen skin and sometimes her long hair of snow white would glisten if the sun touched it just right. She held an aurora of authority in her graceful stride. She knew she held power and knew how to get what she wanted.
She was headed towards the camp of some soldiers to deliver them a message, or a warning depending on how one would receive it, when the sudden waft of fresh blood filled her nose. She instantly stopped and surveyed the forest more closely. The three other drows stopped on her heels and fell silently still. The source of blood was already within Venusti’s sights… the figure of a lone man stood a few yards away framed by the tall trunks of aspen trees.
Her eyes narrowed into fine slits; she recognized him. It had been so long since she had seen him and a flood of memories pushed their way out from the hidden recesses of her mind. Venusti stretched out her one hand and silently signaled her servants to stay put; Crismon Valaroth was a dangerous man. Although she did not fear him, she did not trust him either. She also knew that she did not have to travel any further towards the camp of soldiers … she had found the one in command.
She approached him, alone, and when she was within distance she flashed him her famous smile that suggested more than a thousand secrets could offer. “I am certain you are up to no good. You always were the forerunner of trouble.” She was not complaining, but rather complimenting him in her usual charm of sarcasm.