The sounds of disappointment weren’t always required, merely the look alone. It didn’t perturb him any, it only encouraged him more, causing him to chuckle, amused that his antics garnered such frustrations. Ever the rascal, it was something that would never wholly change. Still, it didn’t take much encouragement for his excitement to grow. Ruth’s hands rubbed together gleefully. “Most excellent.”
Her aloof comment, though, hadn’t gone beyond his notice and while mildly curious, he was in full hellion mode now she had deemed his idea worthwhile. “Fiiiiiine. I’ll make all the noises for you. Just this once. If you find yourself impressed, though, there are other ways to attain them.” He'd flash her a wink before nodding.
Ruth shuddered slightly. The essence of her magic settling over him wasn’t unpleasant, just the natural reaction of one who was equally sensitive to the weave. Rolling his shoulders, his eyes cast over in the group's direction, a shit-eating grin bursting out across his features. “Oh I’m going to enjoy this.” Giving Solana a brief bow of his head, Ruth stalked back through the undergrowth towards the rest of his unknowing party. He’d creep his way around, edging toward them with the purpose of scaring them off in one fell swoop as he came through the hedge line.
The illusion rolled off him, the uneasy foreboding feeling emanating around the group before they saw the disguised elf. With what seemed like natural talent, Ruth’s haunting moan projected across the small clearing, the illusion causing his eyes to glow almost unearthly. “Leeeeeeave!” he’d cry, groan dramatically, arms raising themselves into the air to appear larger, more imposing to the horrified onlookers who were now scrambling to collect themselves. Some tripped, fell, scraped themselves along the uneven ground to flee. Cried and screams echoed in the elf’s wake, soon dying down to mere background noise as the group fled the scene, the tomb abandoned for their lives.
Ruth lost it. Unable to maintain the facade, he bent forward with a fit of laughter. Hands braced themselves on his knees for a time. The panicked, terrified faces of these idiots was going to tickle him for some time.
“Fuck me, that was funny.”
Her aloof comment, though, hadn’t gone beyond his notice and while mildly curious, he was in full hellion mode now she had deemed his idea worthwhile. “Fiiiiiine. I’ll make all the noises for you. Just this once. If you find yourself impressed, though, there are other ways to attain them.” He'd flash her a wink before nodding.
Ruth shuddered slightly. The essence of her magic settling over him wasn’t unpleasant, just the natural reaction of one who was equally sensitive to the weave. Rolling his shoulders, his eyes cast over in the group's direction, a shit-eating grin bursting out across his features. “Oh I’m going to enjoy this.” Giving Solana a brief bow of his head, Ruth stalked back through the undergrowth towards the rest of his unknowing party. He’d creep his way around, edging toward them with the purpose of scaring them off in one fell swoop as he came through the hedge line.
The illusion rolled off him, the uneasy foreboding feeling emanating around the group before they saw the disguised elf. With what seemed like natural talent, Ruth’s haunting moan projected across the small clearing, the illusion causing his eyes to glow almost unearthly. “Leeeeeeave!” he’d cry, groan dramatically, arms raising themselves into the air to appear larger, more imposing to the horrified onlookers who were now scrambling to collect themselves. Some tripped, fell, scraped themselves along the uneven ground to flee. Cried and screams echoed in the elf’s wake, soon dying down to mere background noise as the group fled the scene, the tomb abandoned for their lives.
Ruth lost it. Unable to maintain the facade, he bent forward with a fit of laughter. Hands braced themselves on his knees for a time. The panicked, terrified faces of these idiots was going to tickle him for some time.
“Fuck me, that was funny.”
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