Black and silver iron clicked quietly, against the marble floors. Though it made a gentle [i]tap,tap, tap[/i] with each step, to the human guards it would sound almost silent in the Great Hall. Long golden blonde hair swept side to side with her brisk walk. Armor shifted slightly with the weight of a large elvish blade. The handle was made of some strange material as green glowing runes marked both sides of the sword. It was nearly five foot in total length. Smoke-grey eyes turned almost blue as they glistened from the light. 

She looked from side to side, watching as the guards shifted into a defensive stance. Yes, her kind was not welcome here.. She was a dark elf, born and semi-raised. Her very existance in the kingdom was not without complications. Her lips turned up in a sweet smile as she watched the guards shift to avoid her as she made her way through the halls. Her armored hand tightened around her sword's handle. There would be no way that she would let her guard drop in this place.

She burst through the throne room doorway, making her way closer to the king. Her eyes glistened as they settled on Keith, though she looked away to focus on the man behind him. Walking closer, she put her right hand over her chest and bowed her head slightly. "M'lord, King." She began, her voice whisping across the room as she spoke. Her voice was gentle and soothing, there was a reason that the females of her kind were considered to be succubi in many areas of the world... Where they still existed. "My name is Kilune. Tsuake of the light realm sent me to your kingdom. His lordship said that you were in need of someone of ...special... heritage for a matter of up most importance." She bowed slightly more to the king. "I am here to serve you, Majesty."