Pitch black night settled over the forested area. Blanketing the trees and paths with small sparkles of light. The setting suited the white haired man well. A cover fully capable of masking his existence as he searched out the tent of woman he had heard so many rumors about. The woman was of the human race, purple hair cascading down her curvy frame and clothes revealing more than the sun during the day. A sight to behold he had been told by one passerby. But aside from her devilish looks, she also upheld a rather surprisingly large knowledge of malevolent magic and has a master of sorts with even more knowledge than her. This is what he sought. Camaraderie in those who dabbled in various masteries and weren't tied down to the kingdom of Astorea. Even more so, a little bird had told him that she shared visions akin to his own. Conquest of the lands and overthrowing Astor. Though what he would achieve from their meeting was entirely up to the woman. A sigh escaped him. Twigs splintered and split beneath his boots with each step he took deeper into the forest. He paused a moment. Peering around his surroundings looking for markings he had been warned about. "Nasty mage that one," he whispered as he cleared the trees of any tampering. Moving forward, he cleared foliage, ripping leaves and plants alike from there place, as he tore through the remaining forestry leading to the clearing ahead. Smoke signified he was at least in the right area, or so he hoped. Stopping just short of the tree line, Atheos climbed a cluster of trees, shielding himself from view but allowing line of sight down to the tent he hoped housed the infamous, Vivian Cruz. Drawing an inhale, he placed his hands together forming a triangle. Expelling that breath, a mirage of himself appeared below. The image was an exact copy of the original, the only difference being that the clone wasn't tangible, things passed through it much like it would a ghost. Concentrating, he watched through the eyes of the mirage as it continued onto the tent. Flames flickered outside the tent. The small remnants of fire crackled outside, reminding any intruders that someone is home. Darkened grass, shaped in the form of a ritual circle, plagued the ground in various places around the tent. I suppose the rumors are true. And judging from this one, these rituals are rather recent. His gaze wondered around again, spotting the strange marks he had been warned about. Shit. No helping it I suppose. Approaching the tent, Atheos brushed apart his bangs and called out. "Vivian? Pardon the intrusion, but I'd like a word with you. I am Atheos and I heard you make vile use of Malefimancy. Care to entertain some company?" @Vivian Cruz
Slumber had come to the dark maiden. She slept as she would have slept for eons in her cozy, warm tent. Shifting in the soft blankets, her near naked body twisted and stretched as a voice called out to her. Sleepy eyes accompanied a long yawn, a male voice had disturbed her peaceful dreams. This had better be good. The woman tied her black robe around her waist, her creamy shoulder rolled out of the sleeve as she sat up and took her sweet time getting up. A yawn escaped her mauve lips as she stood, her legs a little shakey from her previously induced ritual. Shifting a hand to rub her eye the woman moved with sluggish steps, bare foot and still tired the woman snapped the tent folds to see who called for her. Vivian's hair was strewn across her body, the sleeve of her robe drooping off her shoulder as her toes curled and rooted to the grass. Her firepit continued to burn as she yawned once more and looked at the image before her. "Huh?" The words simple as she looked at the peculiar person in front of her. A face she did not recognize, a voice without a name. Yet this one knew her enough to call her Vivian, had word spread throughout Astorea that we was finally well known? Hardly. She tip toed around the male figure and waved her hand as she stumbled towards her rotted tree trunk thrown. Her firm ass fell upon it as her legs lifted and she sat down comfortably. Hey azure eyes looked at the mysterious individual as she tilted her head slightly, allowing the long violet hair to cover her cleavage. "And what do I owe the pleasure of a random stranger in my domain? More importantly, what do you have to offer to even be in my company?" Sh recalled his words from earlier and laughed. She was still half asleep after all and the woman's robe had become loosened as she moved in her dainty throne. "Atheos. What makes you think I he time for idle chatter? Even when you disturbed my sleep. And to call my magic vile," she clicked her tongue and shook her head, the roundness of her heavy chest almost revealing itself only to have the site squandered as she flicked her hair to cover herself up. "My time is worth something. Have you got something to offer me or are you wasting my time?"
