Snippet #2432363

Eira Gunvald

Eira’s gaze followed Liloon’s towards where Moon had been hiding, her eyes flashing to their fearsome blue. Sure enough the mermaid was right; their accompaniment appeared to be a man of Wa, someone Eira recognised from her missions over there but didn’t know by name so as far as she was concerned he couldn’t be of much importance.

Slowly her eyes returned to Liloon, not losing their vampiric colouring. “If I must go back into that horrible place I’ll walk there, without you putting bruises on my wrist.” Liloon said in a subliminally angry tone. “I honestly could share the details here but I’m sure you’d do anything to get me alone wouldn’t you?”

“What can I say; I would just hate to have to share your beauty with anyone. Now play nice or I may have to gift you to the Khal’s warriors, they are quite animalistic you know.” Eira smirked. “And people always say that Fyrkat is uncivilised.”

By this point in their taunting Moon had surfaced from his hiding and made towards the women. “Ladies if you’ll excuse me. I must meet with someone.” He spoke quickly, not making much eye-contact with the either of the two as they passed. Eira couldn’t have cared less either way; it was none of her concern why commoners were on the docks.

As the two walked through the dark streets, Liloon began to speak. “That man feels like the ocean itself. There is something about him that draws me to him like fish to water. It’s most unusual. He’s more than he seems.”

“I believe mortals call that lust, Liloon.” Eira taunted, her gaze wandering down the woman’s form. “He had the scent of a mortal and he wasn’t a mage. Maybe you’re just beginning to lose your faith towards Moloch.” She continued.

It didn’t take long to return to the palace and Eira led Liloon quickly towards her own tower, pushing her away from the door to her own chambers and instead pressing her towards Eira’s secondary quarters. The place the… dirtier side of her work was committed, away from prying eyes and secured behind several locks.

The room was almost barren of furniture, except for one solitary table with two chairs sat in the middle with multiple drawers built in, each filled with the smaller implements of torture that Eira favoured, the rest sat decoratively atop a stone shelf built into the side of the room. The room itself was perfectly circular and perhaps every four foot a new set of manacles dangled from the wall, each dotted with the blood of their previous occupants. There were no windows in the room at all, instead torches dotted in sequence with the manacles giving the room a flickering glow and allowing Eira to conduct her work whenever she felt necessary.

Eira locked the door after them as they entered, smiling darkly to herself as she noticed Liloon’s horror that had befallen her at the sight of the Eira’s personal dungeon. “The palace’s dungeons are not fitted for my needs.” She explained simply, walking round behind one of the chairs. “Sit.” She ordered, gesturing towards the remaining chair.

“Now, tell me; what exactly has Moloch decide to suddenly begin redoubling his efforts against the South Atlantic? Since I’m assuming that was his plan in recruiting the self-obsessed Khal. And I can’t imagine he was told very nice things about our Queen to join Moloch.” The vampires eyes were locked on Liloon’s, searching for any sign of deception.