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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KitanaVorr" data-source="post: 552839" data-attributes="member: 9167">Enraela Ferach smoothed down the folds of her dark traveling vestaments, decorated here and there only with embroidered silver spiders at the edges.  She appeared muted and subdued as always, missing the usual finery that a Ferach would wear, especially a Second of the house when she traveled on a mission.  Gentaria and the others could indulge in their youthful vanity all they wished.  Enraela had moved on to more important things.Even so, the older drow woman had an exotic tinge to her looks, even for a drow.  There was beauty in that gentle curve of her lips, the rise of her cheekbones, and the slight tilt to her vibrantly lavender eyes.  Perhaps in another lifetime, another culture, Enraela would be considered a tender beauty, but those who knew her, knew that those calm soft lips could twist into a virulent smirk or sneer of pleasure while she twisted the knife deep into her latest victim.  Those who knew her, knew that such beauty was poisonous.Surreptitiously taking a deep breath, Enraela could still smell the musky scent of Arngen on her body, wafting over her and tantalizing the senses.  What was it about that male that made her want to thrust him in the nearest alcove and rip every piece of cloth from his body?  Run her tongue along those muscled curves to capture more of that heady masculine taste...Sink her teeth into that delectable dark flesh...No.  She was not like her mother, the lusty fool who found pleasure in disgusting creatures such as the half-ogre, who one day, Enraela was sure, would find that her indulgence in lust would lead to her timely end.Enraela was not of that path.  Nothing would dominate her, no animal lust, or youthful impatience.  Ferach would be the First House...and in time she would be the new Duchess...only patience and wisdom were needed to reach her final goal."Hound," the woman ordered in that calm husky voice to the bugbear, a voice that sounded equally frightening even at its most sensuous.  "Scout ahead while we walk in case any...traitors...have trapped our path."  Her lavender eyes flickered over the assembled group, lingering perhaps on someone in particular.</blockquote>

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