Nerimoira Kel'Dani
Seeing Red [DISCLAIMER TW BLOOD, GORE, VIOLENCE, MURDER, ETC.]
Flowing black skirts spilled from the make-shift throne, a perfect perch for the little sparrow. The stark white walls around her almost too bright in comparison to her dark makeup and vibrant red hair.
The guards at either side of her stood at attention, maintaining stoic faces. Eyes trained on the large door across the room from the woman they aptly called “Lady Anguish”. The clicking of her manicured nails against the armrest of the high backed chair almost acting as a method of keeping time.
Painted lips pursed in annoyance.
"I don’t like waiting...” her venomous tone causing one of the guards to squirm slightly. The tapping continuing.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
Loud screaming came muffled through the door, Moira leaned forward in her seat, resting a long fingernail across the ridge of her teeth, a malicious smirk settling upon her features.
White doors flung open, bodies spilling into the entryway as the form suspended between them writhed and shouted in terror. A few paces away from the throne the armored guards wrangled the squirming male onto his knees on the tile floor, hands pressing his face against the cool surface.
The tapping ceased, the grin still plastered on her face, once again a job well done. Lifting from the high backed chair, a snap followed by an empty palm was all the command the guard needed to place the handle of an axe within her grasp. Letting it hang by her side, firm clicks of pointed heels replaced the tapping, mixing with the echoes of her prey's struggles.
"Well well well..." with that another snapped command followed. Fingers tangled in inky locks yanked, forcing the frightened male to look up.
"N-Neri?" He managed, golden depths wide with terror laced in confusion. As if suddenly understanding would gain him freedom.
"Oh, so you do remember me..." she spat.
"P-please just....just release me....I'll do anything! Please!" Pleas fell like tears.
Contemplation etched into the features of her face for a moment, "Anything?" pacing to the side of him, she lifted the axe, bouncing the tools handle, just below the head, against an open palm.
"Anything at all? Perhaps....I don't know..." leaning down she gripped a handful of his hair tugging hard, "bring my sister back?"
Releasing her hold, the sound of snapped fingers once more bounced through the room followed by pained cries as hand shoved him back against the cool tile.
"No?" She asked, pressing her shoe against the side of his head.
"Didn't think so."
| Age | 200 |
| Eye Color | Gold |
| Height | 6ft |
| Body shape | voluptuous and fit |
| Residence | Estate in Silvermoon |
| Realm | Wyrmrest Accord - US |
