Nerimoira Kel'Dani

Busted Cage

Thin heels clacked against Marble floors, purposeful steps as she floated through the lonely hallways. Light danced off her vibrant copper hair, gold eyes searched the path ahead of her, painted lips cocked to one side in a smile that oozed devilish pleasure.

Thick black skirts swished around her feet, the only other sound in the empty manor aside from well timed clicks against marble. No servants bustling about, no demeaning yells from her master. It was quiet.

Too quiet.

The expression that etched into her face as realization dawned was enough to frighten even Sargeras away.

Large white double doors waited at the end of the hallway, but where they should meet white tile sprawled a pool of crimson vindication. The substance spreading slowly as the smell of iron and carnage met her nose.

Any other lady might lift her skirts and avoid the nauseating liquid, but where others became prim and proper females Nerimoria relished in the altered sound of her heels against coated floors, the sick sound of dragging fabric through the mess.

Kneeling to press her palms into the substance, she coated her hands in the barely warm blood, lifting a hand to slip the finger between her lips and lick it clean. Low chuckles rolling from her chest, she stood gripping the handles and pushing the vast doors open to take in the scene behind their pure barriers.

Beautiful carnage. A master well spent.

Her golden eyes traveled along the scene, painted lips pulled into a sinful smirk.

"You let me know if you have any more for me, Baby Girl~" written in dripping crimson on the wall.

Lifting a coated finger to her lips, freedom never tasted so good.