OP Charecter, which is the point. I wanted the idiots and fools to get a taste of their own medicine before I wrote a Mika story.
There are many Races in Algasia... the Beautiful and Immortal Elves... the Powerful and Wraithful Dragons... the Stubborn and longlived Dwarves... the Bright but Momentary Mortals... The Mysterious and sparse Werecats... the Vicious and intelligent Ra'Zac... and the Mysterious and terrifying Spirit...For ages longer then memory, they are what ruled. What if there was another race or rather a single Immortal women, one whom the vile Shades were modeled after in an attempt to harness their immortal might. What if the Succubi were real? Powerful Immortals that feed and blood and pleasure.
A Race that, after the fall of their beloved Grey ones, fell into a dormant sleep... waiting to awaken once they found someone suitable, capable of keeping them company in the eons they would live...
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Saria groaned as consciousness slammed into her, cries on the wind and pain beyond reasoning flooding her senses. In an instant she rose through the ground and shadows, searching for the little one in pain if only to shut them up. Her eyes focused slowly, realizing that she was in fact surrounded by the Small folk, those descended from one of the many clans the Grey Folk Experimented on. Many swords and Spears were raised to her, shouts in a familiar language telling her to cease and threatening her in name of petty gods.
Without compunction, she blasted them aside with her mind, forcing them into dormant sleep while taking in much of their energy to invigorate herself. It wasn't as potent as the glorious blood she could scent wafting off of them, but it would do.
Rushing through the halls of the annoyingly large City, she quickly found the one in pain. It was a boy, standing next to a Sapphire Dragon... another of the experiments. He was squirming on the ground, clearly having a ceasure. She recognized the signs but it seemed the Dragon was confused, how much knowledge was lost over her sleep? Mortals were foolish, she had always known that but to lose so much...
" WHO ARE YOU, GET AWAY FROM ERAGON BEFORE I TEAR YOU FROM HEAD TO GROIN!" A powerful voice slammed into her mind with, too many, would be impossible force. It just made Saria laugh and retaliate with her own power, slipping through the defenses and consuming her memories.
"Interesting... so the Fair Folk gained immortality through your people... so much has happened it seems."
