Blank canvas (Constance)

[Galatea "Hild" Ravencroft]

Hild had decided to do some travelling. Mainly because Misao, Kara, and, well because of Xairdo so to speak were being too noisy. Fighting over him was one thing, but that wasn't the case mostly. It was that time of the month and those two had that itch they needed scratched. Go figure it'd be with him again and not her. She wished her parents had given her the ability to make a partner, it got so damned annoying trying to find someone when you were immortal, and quite frankly she knew she'd never find a guy like Runes grandfather again. Which left women and well, most were into solely guys. It really did piss her off to no end.

Though, as if to add to things when she stepped through the portal she was in a completely grey scale world, least as far as she could see. This wasn't timeless river to say the least, this world looked so...incomplete. But the tree's, the darker nature as in shade, it was exactly like where Rune and all them were born and grew up. Though she turned as she heard a howl and stopped a werewolf inches from her while it was in mid leap. "Wow, they even have werewolves, maybe it's based off our world or perhaps made of parts of it." she said, flicking her wrist and sending the wolf flying, and it ran off wimpering. She rolled her eyes and next thing she knew something was wrapped around her ankles and a tree branch whacked across her chest. "Ow, okay, that I never encountered." she said, the tree letting go as soon as two fireballs appeared in her hand. "Good boy, I see you know what fire is." she said, though as she thought of it, there was that one possessed tree in the forest.. very good to avoid that one if you were a virgin or didn't like splinters.

Though no sooner did the fireballs vanish did a ghost of sorts come up from the ground, drooling something and apparently trying to scare her. "Huh, just like home." she said, not even impressed by it's attempt at scaring her. She simply looked around as it continued trying to scare her until she snapped her head around and bared fangs with an unearthly hiss that startled it. She returned to normal as it fled and said "This place needs to be less depressing." She snapped her fingers and a decent sized area starting from her feet and extending about 50 feet soon became colored, the grass was green, trees brown with green leaves, same colors as most worlds. "Huh, thought I would get a bit more then that, well, don't want to risk over doing it, ghosts mean spirits and I don't want to disturb that balance." she said, starting to walk and where she did color filled in and remained, though it slowly began expanding further and further as she walked. She stopped though as she saw a mansion, and the color started to slowly creep from where she was towards it.

[Constance Helene]

"Speech." - "Quote." - Thought. - Action.

Darkness surrounded the sorceress; the faint flicker of a nearby candle and the glinting and glowing of the hellhounds' eyes that burned like fire were the only things that could send any shadows sprawling across the floors and walls, for if there was no light, there could be no darkness, and if there was no darkness, there could be no light. It was one of the strange things about life, the yin and the yang, the good and evil, the light and the dark... One couldn't exist without the other also existing. Color could not exist without the absence of color, either; Constance knew this, because she lived in the world void of color, and it tortured her to no end.

The Helene family of sorcerors would not - they could not - comprehend what Constance found in color. The older members abhorred the mere existence of color, and the younger members all, excluding Constance, were too ignorant to see its true worth. Though the witch liked to believe that she did not care, she knew she did; however, them being set in their ways did not hinder her from trying so desperately to achieve what she desired. She merely had to stay under the radar as best as she could while continuing her research on how to steal, gather, and use the essence of color to its full potential. Naturally, she did not believe she could use it to its full potential, but she would appreciate it, unlike all the other foolish beings in the universe.

It seemed that the only one who understood Constance's passion was a charming fellow by the name of Chaos. Bumping into him must have been the will of the universe; after all, for one of such power and class to come to such a bleak and depressing world did not seem like an average, everyday, sensible occurrence. Regardless, the sorceress was fortunate to have met him. He had the will to take her where she wanted to collect what she desired, and she had the means to help him achieve what he desired, which happened to be his own namesake: Chaos. Really, now that Constance had met the man, she believed the world chaos had a much more delectable taste on her tongue.

The witch stood alone in the dimly lit room which was her own; she wore something along the lines of a black corset bra with a matching bikini bottom and a ruffled side-skirt of black and raven on her left side which stopped just above her ankle. Her feet were bare, toenails perfectly pedicured; her hair was smooth, flowing like a river of darkness over her shoulders, half of which rested on her chest and the other half which lightly brushed her mid-back as she faintly swayed. All over her perfectly toned body were several intricate Celtic patterns painted in charcoal. Her face was calm and relaxed; in a way, she was meditating, her deep crimson-violet eyes hidden behind thick, beautiful black lashes.

Constance's hands were pressed palm to palm, resting a few inches from her lips, her fingers perfectly straight. She murmured her strange prayer word by word, slowly, the words no more than a breath coming from her pale violet lips. "Dáme forza e paixón, sabedoría e civilidade, amor e odio. Calmar o lume na miña alma. Non me deixe deixar de desempeñar as miñas funcións como membro da familia ... e deixe-me subir enriba de ignorancia." With those words uttered, a calmness fell over the room, just as it always had. She let out a sigh, and murmured, Comezar a danza de cores.

The furs of the nine-tailed foxes that hung on her walls instantly began to glow; the colors which permeated the tails began to slide off like water from a tarp, and then those glowing colors began to move in the air, writhing and dancing like dragons and snakes. Constance opened her eyes and separated her hands, moving them smoothly and feeling the colors immediately train their movements on her hands. Constance swept her arms out wide and several colors followed each hand; when she brought one hand up, a select few colors followed that, and when her other hand did a gentle twist before gliding upward, the other gentle ribbons of color twisted and twirled before shooting up against the ceiling.

The colors dispersed faintly across the ceiling like mist; the witch never ceased to be in awe of the display. They followed her tai-chi beautifully, making trails in the air that illuminated her room. The hellhounds, though brutish beasts they were, were mesmerized by the lightshow as well and watched it with their jagged jaws gaping, bloody drool dripping to the floor as they gawked. Every movement Constance made the colors followed, and before it was done, Constance was swirling, her skirt flitting and floating and flying with the colors, and her hands danced in the air like she was composing a symphony. There was a sudden pounding of the door and immediately Constance threw her hands to her sides; the colors immediately returned to their pelts.

Constance called out with a low growl, "Yes?" The wooden door opened and the hellhounds scrambled to their feet, their eyes igniting into flames red hot. In the doorway stood a silver-eyed young man with short, choppy white hair which was brushed back; his jawline was immaculate, his build was strong but lean. This was Daevan, Constance's oldest brother. He stated in a calm and icy voice that was characteristic for a Helene, "A woman is wandering the Blank Forest." "So? Send the dogs," Constance replied with a shrug.

Daevan did not move. "I thought that you would be aroused to know she is quite beautiful," he responded in that empty tone. Constance scowled, and her added, "She is doing something unique... something I believe that you might appreciate, dear Shadow." Constance narrowed her eyes and waited for the sorcerer of nearly a hundred years - looking only about mid-twenties - to go on. He stood completely straight with his chin raised; his chest was bare, but he wore black harem pants with silver silk along its edges and the family crest designed onto his waistline. On his chest, his left pectoral, was the family crest as well.

Daevan stated, "The woman - her name is Hild - is radiating color. The werewolves fear her... the ghouls have done nothing to phase her." Constance paused, thinking for a moment, before asking slowly and cautiously, "How beautiful is she?" The faintest of smiles twisted at the man's pale lips, and he replied in his gentle voice, "Why don't you see?" With that, Daevan turned around and walked away; the massive scars on his back, created from an attack by a werewolf years ago, rippled as his muscles relaxed and tensed, as they tended to do on the strange man.

For a moment, Constance stood motionless, considering her options, before snapping her fingers; a portal of blackness sprang from the ground and the candle in the room was extinguished as the Darkness snuffed it out. Constance stepped through the portal, and when she appeared on the other side, she stood before Hild. The sorceress was almost immediately awestruck, though it would not show. Daevan hadn't been lying - this woman was quite stunning, though beautiful didn't quite capture the magnificence of this woman before her. Strange might also have been a fitting word, but sexy as all get-the-hell-out would fit, too.

Constance had to admit, she noticed little else other than the fact that this chick had a killer body and that she was radiating color. Admittedly, Constance almost couldn't speak. Almost. But she was a great actress. She said in a soft voice that trembled faintly with excitement, "Hello, Hild - if my brother was correct that Hild is, indeed, your name. My name is Constance. May I inquire as to, ah, where those colors are from...?"

[Galatea "Hild" Ravencroft]

As Hild stood there, she felt something. It took a second to pace it before she started looking around. "So someone can read minds." she muttered to herself as she looked around. It had only been brief, by choice or by force. Hild was generally good about keeping people only on the surface, but once in a while someone could pry deeper. But several thousands years of knowledge and some of the memories, most peoples mind's couldn't handle and the snapped. Well, the lucky ones snapped, the unfortunate ones became vegetables. You could even throw in that at one point Hild had been two people. She was now aware of a good portion of what happened, it was... interesting.

As she wondered about how to approach the mansion, a black portal appeared and a woman stepped out. More importantly, a very attractive woman, wearing very little. She almost looked like she was a tribal shaman for one of the nomadic people of the north, even down to the symbols which were similar to both those of her former husbands home and those of the tribes. When the woman used her name and introduced herself, Hild gave a small smirk. "So I guess your brother was the one trying to pry into my mind." Hild said, walking forward and walking around the girl and looking her over. Needless to say Hild was very interested. "Well, that depends how your asking the question." Hild replied, "The colors come from me, rather obviously, but how they come from me is that I simply create them. This place is like my home world, which is like most others color wise so, I picked those ones, the place is so dark and dreary this way, it needs a little color." she continued, wondering if the explanation made sense to her. Though as Hild looked at the symbols, it was obvious she was taking interest in her outfit and body too. When it was a girl like this, Hild was kind of bad at hiding the look on her face that gave away all she wanted to do. "I'm curious, are these markings native to this world?" Hild asked, continuing to look her over, "There a lot like some of the languages used on my home world, slightly different, but very close."

[Constance Helene]

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Truly, it was quite remarkable to stumble across such a lovely piece of eye candy in such a bland and tasteless world. Everything on Somewhere Over the Rainbow was either a Helene or someone from the Spectrumplains who wanted absolutely nothing to do with the Helene family. The only reason why Constance knew that she was a woman of many sexual cravings and "talents" was... well, various reasons, none of which were very important at the moment. She had seen the world for seventy-five years, and it hadn't had enough sexy women (or men) in it. Fortunately, in the past week it seemed that the sorceress' luck had changed for the better.

This Hild woman seemed to be about the same height as Constance - approximately five foot nine inches - but she seemed so much... older. Not in a physical way, but just in the way she carried herself and regarded the world around her Constance could see it. The woman had this strange aura around her - disregarding the mesmerizing color - that the witch was drawn to and utterly attracted to. Aside from the strange aura which Constance could not quite define, the woman had a sleek, slender figure and an athletic build with smooth, tanned skin; she, like Constance, had a very nice, round chest, which, really, was only a turn-on when it was on someone else - otherwise breasts got in the way.

Constance introduced herself in a sing-song voice and the woman seemed faintly amused. She replied as she began to move in a slow, flowing motion towards the sorceress, "So I guess your brother was the one trying to pry into my mind." It was strange the way Hild was treating Constance - as though she were sizing up a foe while at the same time just getting close, as if trying to test Constance's own self-control. Being as "sex-starved" as she was, it was admittedly quite difficult. She could smell the change in the air every time Hild passed by. Constance responded with a sweet smile, "Yes, the dear Daevan, my favorite brother. Always finding the beautiful ones for me."

Constance watched the woman with her lustful crimson-violet eyes, turning her head and feeling her sleek raven-black hair brush against her bare skin each time she moved. Hild took a moment to respond to Constance's earlier question, referring to the colors which poured from her very soul - so it seemed. "Well, that depends upon how you're asking the question. The colors come from me, rather obviously, but how they come from me is simply that I create them." Constance grinned, and she was enthralled. This woman could generate her own colors? Oh, how lucky the sorceress was to have stumbled upon this luscious lady.

"This place is like my home world," Hild went on uninterrupted, "which is like most others color-wise, so I picked those ones." The woman added factually, "The place is so dark and dreary this way; it needs a little color." "Oh, isn't that the truth," Constance replied with a quiet sigh, still simply basking in the glow of this visitor's presence and radiant colors. Constance envied her greatly; the woman was drop-dead-gorgeous and unbelievably talented, and she seemed so... well, honestly, Constance was just thrilled that this woman was showing interest in her, too. Unfortunately, not for the same reasons.

"I'm curious," said the woman as her eyes traveled up and down Constance's fairly exposed body, "Are these markings native to this world? They are a lot like some of the languages used on my home world - slightly different, but very close." Constance nodded once, a pleasant smile on her face as she continued to watch the woman. "Indeed they are," the witch responded with a smile. "And now I have a question for you. Has anyone ever told you how sexy you are?" Constance set her hands on her hips and flashed Hild a showy grin, then laughed. "I'm certain they have, but I'd like to be added to that list."

[Galatea "Hild" Ravencroft]

"Well, he's either very good, very smart, very lucky, or some combination there of if he managed to tell you that, most people over estimate their abilities or their own ability to hold and handle some knowledge and lose their minds." Hild said as she was circling. Her mind had several thousand years of knowledge, memories from a point she had literally been two people at the same time, and witnessed things terrible and horrible, or experienced them first hand. Any combination of that or some of her other knowledge was enough to drive most beings, immortal or not, mad if it didn't kill them. Even other deity like beings on her home world were wary to push there luck.

Hild crouched down and looked at the other woman's mid section as she was told the markings were native to this world, looking to see if she could decipher any of it. Her world had been long connected to the others, the idea that this could be native to the world but influenced by her own was highly possible. She started recalling old dialects till the other woman said she had a question for her. Has anyone ever told you how sexy you are? I'm certain they have, but I'd like to be added to that list Hild paused as some of those times she had been came up, most of which were in the "should not be read" category for others.

"Believe me, you would not like to be added to that list." Hild said as she stood up, not being dark and dramatic, but making it clear that was no joke. "Given time I could tell you the exact number of times I heard it, and how many people. But I can tell you off hand most were male, and that most people on that list are dead, or before dying of old age endured any number of very unpleasant things. And even some of the women on that list treated me poorly, and I can be very, very cruel when crossed." she explained.

Though, she grinned as she pushed Constance back till she had her pinned against a tree, her body pressed up against the other woman's. "Now, if you want to be added to a shorter and better list..." Hild said, placing her hand on the outside of Constance's thigh, running her finger tips along her thigh and manipulating magic to stimulate it even further. Her original purpose was to satisfy any needs of the mortal's she was sent to help, and she had more then enough power to do so, and most upon seeing her wanted one thing. And that one thing, well, she didn't have to touch any sensitive spots to fully satisfy someone if she didn't want to. She may have been bumped up to patron deity of thief's and such but, well, she hadn't lost any touch and it had really been a bad plan of her father's to control her grandson. Honestly he was supposed to be omnipotent, and didn't know Rune never listened to her unless he felt like it. "You could always say I'm beautiful" Bringing her lips just close enough to Constance's that they barely touched before pulling away slightly and saying, "Though the real question is would you only want this form?" Hild asked, "This is the form I was given and prefer, but perhaps I may want to change it, perhaps I may want to change my hair or skin color, maybe I'll want to be male, maybe I'll even want to be something in between, I'm sure I'll for the most part still be attractive to your eyes, but most girls freak out that my appearance or gender is whatever I choose that moment, or a big one with guys as well is they want this form."

She moved her hand up to the girls midsection and leaned back in as she said, "You are a very beautiful woman, and if you can handle that simple fact, I can and would be willing to give you plenty of the pleasure you so obviously want." Then giving her a quick kiss before moving her lips to her neck a bit. "But if you say you are, you had better mean it, because I will not stand for you suddenly losing interest or anything because you don't like my choice. I have a feeling neither of us has had fun in a while, but if you pull this simply for your desires, I'll give you a good idea of my power as I break you into an obiedeint little puppy that'll do anything I say." she finished, as she had tendrals from the tree form and wrap around Constance's wrists and pull her arms over her head. They weren't tight or overly forceful, because they weren't meant to be after all. Hild had done it simply to prove a point to make sure Constance didn't think of lying. The other woman seemed attuned to magic, meaning she'd most likely be able to tell Hild wasn't actually trying to restrain her with that one. "I'd much rather have an equal, it's more fun to be the dominant and submissive then just the one." she said with a grin as she had the tendrils vanish so as to release her.