Morphia Luminescence stalked along the street, watching for familiar figures.
She would defeat them all. She continued to walked along, oblivious to all in her plots for revenge.
So she didn't noticed as Kai followed along.
Who is that girl? She's so beautiful. I must find out who she is, Kai thought. So he continued to follow her.
Morphia Luminescence was beautiful. She had shining, lustrous hair as black as a raven's wing, and it cascaded like a wild ocean wave down her back, shimmering in the moonlight. If she had turned around, Kai would have noticed the two streaks in her bangs, one of soft, shimmering sliver, and the other of crimson like blood spilling from the neck of a freshly butchered pig. Small gold streaks were on the side of the gold and crimson ones.
The moonlight reflected back in two shadowed blue eyes, so dark an indigo as to be almost black. Her lashes were dark and sooty, and looked as though they should stain her paper white cheeks. Her mouth was a deep red cupids'bow. Right now they were closed over shiny, pearly white teeth with pointed canines.
She was a slim girl, with large, full breasts, and a waist barely 18-inches round. Her legs were long, and barely concealed under a short blue velvet skirt with ruffles, embroidered with silver moons and pearl lining. She had a ruffly sleeveless white satin shirt, with a set of tiny bronze bells tied round her neck, hanging own the front of the low-cut shirt. Tow dove-grey silk ribbon were tied around her wrists, and a large silver ring with an enormous finely cut ruby was on one finger. Fingerless gold gloves went up to her elbows. Sheer stockings were on her legs, and thigh-high velvet ebony-black boots with white-gold buckles with star patterns covered her feet.
She held a dark red cape in one hand, but as it was a warm night, it would probably not be needed. Unseen by Kai were two large wings coming from her shoulderblades, of a soft grey color. Two tiny silver horns came from her head. They only seemed to enhance her godly beauty. She also carried a bow and arrows. For she was the Cursed Lady Of Winter, the appointed archer of The Winter Goddess. Her beauty was a curse bestowed by the goddess, as was her skill in almost anything she atempted. Any man who looked in her eyes fell in love.
Morphia coul not seem to find the address she was looking for, and in her desperate searching, one of her arrows fell out. She turned around to pick it up, but Kai had already grabbed it.
"You dropped this... Miss..." he said, as he looked into her deep, dark eyes.
