Snippet #911337

Night had come in earnest, on the grassy plains, and the Civil encampment was nearly dead with silence. After such a crushing defeat it was more than understandable that nobody would want anything more than to sleep it off. Even the recreation tents had been closed, by order of not only general Ebon but also captain Derenthi. Midnight brought no stars or moon, for on this section of the land, a heavily overcast clouds hung on the sky. Nhil sat within Miralight's tent, which was filled from top to bottom with an assortment of...junk, in his opinion. Some of that 'junk' even moved around and stared at him...Still, through the uncomfortably small surrounding, the captain waited. He had been in charge of the little woman before and knew what to expect. In the back of his mind, he remembered that general Liu-Wen was supposed to be arriving in a couple of hours. He wouldn't be happy to find a captain missing without cause.

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A sense of vertigo and enough dizziness to make you want to sit down for a while all in the span of a heartbeat, a sensation that was hard to get used to. Shokunen wondered idly how mages could seem so calm and composed after teleporting into the middle of a battle. Shaking his head, the lamia peered into the night from his darkened corner. The camp was all but silent, the moon obscured by a thick blanket of clouds. Rain... he thought with a smile. His hunch was confirmed a moment later as the first fat drops of water began to patter onto the grassy plain. Teleporting into the enemy camp was never something that truely bothered Shokunen, but the thought that the sounds provided by the rain would help to mask his prescence made the warrior prince feel a little more at ease.

Now, he pondered, his eyes scanning the tents arrayed across the field, where are you... With preternatural speed and grace the snake-man slithered low to the ground across the grass. Within a few moments he found the location of his desire, marked quite obviously by the fact that it was easily the largest tent in the camp. Noiselessly, Shokunen lifted up a small portion of the rain-resistant tarp and glided inside. It was pitch black, but the eyes of the lamia were made for such conditions. In the darkness he made out several desks, a dresser and a particularly lavish round-bed...with a dark elf undressing in front of it.

He smiled, and coiled like a viper about to strike. Even with such size and strength, the leap made next to no noise, and the rain served to nullify the miniscule tap of the tip of his tail leaving the ground. In another moment he crashed into his prey in a wicked embrace. The lamia had coiled his thick tail around the dark elf's lower half, his arms pinning her own to the headboard of the bed. A low hiss escaped his throat and Shokunen lowered his head as if to sink his fangs into her neck...but drew a line of light kisses down it instead.

"Good evening, Diloxi..." he whispered in a breathy voice against her midnight skin.