The Daughter of Night
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| The Daughter of Night was no taller than his wife had been, but her flesh was so fair and pale. She was not that yellow-white paste that a Wonne native could take on, this was scantly removed from true albinism, to the point The Daughters skin looked like cream poured into a bowl and allowed to settle a moment. Contrasting this was her long, dark hair, which though lovely, looked relatively normal. However to look upon her face removed any doubt this was not a normal woman. Though her face was long her features were beautiful, and those bright silver eyes seemed to glow. Indeed unless you were looking straight into them, their pupils seemed to vanish, causing a most unsettling appearance. Worse still, her face seemed to always be cast in shadow. That was understandable now, but it was always so, and the way the shadow landed never seemed right, like it wasnt a product of any perceivable light source or obstruction thereof. And her lips, in contrast to her pale skin, were always the color of wet blood. No cosmetics were involved. Something about that feature of hers was unappealing. But the worst part about her appearance was it stayed with you as a psychic image, you couldnt forget her. Even when you werent thinking about her, you were thinking about her. She was said to cause obsession if you were near her often. Most commonly she incited lust, regardless of the viewers sex or sexual preferences. Neither Dara nor Lukas had never cared to lie with a woman for example, but both made an exception for her. But Oddi had also seen The Daughter of Night cause a jealous worship among some of his female colleagues, who seemed to hate The Daughter yet did their best to ape her appearance and fawn for the slightest bit of her attention. An older man had a unique reaction; he began to obsessively make wood carvings of her any moment he wasnt doing something else. The man had no artistic talent, initially, but now he could carve a chillingly perfect image of his obsession. His cast-off carvings were quite popular now. Whatever she did to people, no one escaped it, even if it didnt incite their more base desires. For the ritual she wore a ceremonial vestment, a blood red gown of sorts with a matching pendant holding a large blood-red ruby. It was covered in silver thread, embroidering many strange runes upon the garment. |