Screeching Spasmodically
Spasmodic Screecher
Lilliana glared at the man and furiously fixed her hair. He was taunting her, amusing himself at her expense. The girl crossed her arms and scowled. "I- I can" before she could come up with some spell or ability, the masked mans' eyes widened, and the wave of pleasure hit her. Despite the rejuvenation the mans pain brought her, she stumbled back, towards Adalia and the robed man, fighting not to bring up her meal. She got her rebellious stomach under control, and stared at the assassin, appalled. 'How can someone deal with that much pain and still stand?' She wondered. "What's wrong with you?" She gasped, not actually meaning to ask the question, but it slipped out all the same. The pleasure was fading away now, leaving the familiar shame and sense of...uncleanliness. 'A better question is, what's wrong with me?'
Of course, Adalia knew nothing of her young companions curse, and immediately glared at the masked man, who'd removed his mask to reveal a pale face framed by dark hair. He poured something from a small vial into his drink, before asking just what Lilliana could do. It wasn't that that had alarmed her. The imperial girl staggered back from him, her face drained of color, before looking to the man. "What did you do?" The redguard demanded, once more readying her magic, prepared to blast the human across the room if he was responsible for the girls' discomfort. They'd only met a couple of hours ago, but Adalia felt strangely protective of the young imperial.
Of course, Adalia knew nothing of her young companions curse, and immediately glared at the masked man, who'd removed his mask to reveal a pale face framed by dark hair. He poured something from a small vial into his drink, before asking just what Lilliana could do. It wasn't that that had alarmed her. The imperial girl staggered back from him, her face drained of color, before looking to the man. "What did you do?" The redguard demanded, once more readying her magic, prepared to blast the human across the room if he was responsible for the girls' discomfort. They'd only met a couple of hours ago, but Adalia felt strangely protective of the young imperial.