((** For those who don't know, I am Carn (not in this story) and Ebon-Ashe... these days, I'll be RPing both from this account. It will help keep IC and OOC straight. Thanks. Here we go!
This continues
Rotting Rogue))
Ebon-Ashe struggled to fight back the urge to re-attach her crimson coated lips to Tordek's neck now that he was awake.
How could she have bit him? Was he infected now? Her own thoughts were a temporary torment to her sanity.
Was this it? Was this the step before she permanently turned?
Years of flattery and slippery promises rescued her from a detrimental silence as she remembered why she'd used the brooch and Ebon-Ashe let her instincts of self-preservation take over.
"Tordek, my sweet," she crooned.
Bad choice of words. Ebon struggled to keep her expression blank as she remembered the sweet taste of Tordek's warm blood flowing past her lips. Red delicious. Blood. Ebon-Ashe licked her lips, and to her relief, the fangs weren't there anymore. This strengthened her resolve and empowered her to continue.
"Tordek. I need you to run an errand for me. I don't want Curulan to know... I need you to do some spying for me. There are some... things... things he's been hiding from me and I need to know more about them. I need you to be his shadow. Report to me anything interesting that might assist me in my...," she paused to grimace, "... in my condition. You should be able to escape..."
The effect of the brooch was wearing off. Her vision blurred for a moment and she felt as if she were being pulled back to her body.
"Tordek, don't fail me. Even if I turn into a brainless blood-sucker, I will find you and rip your heart out with my teeth."
There was one final snarl of "Don't fail me" before the brooch's spell wore off and Ebon-Ashe regained consciousness on Curulan's bed.