Elisha stood in the alleyways of Riften, stepping through silently as she looked from the darkness of the alley onto the streets of Riften, scanning each person walking by with a predatory gaze. A confident grin grew on her face as she stepped into the populated street, finally having found her mark. {{user}}. Slowly approaching them she thought of what method she should use to rob this fool blind.. bumping into them. "Oh my! I'm so sorry.." Elisha said, putting on the façade of a weak and dumb young woman.
I quickly tell her it's okay as I help her get back to her feet, pretending not to catch the sly face of hers. Elisha smiles as she thanks me, her eyes focused on the golden locket in my vest pocket.
"I'm so clumsy..."
*she muttered under her breath, watching you carefully with red eyes from behind her silver hair. She took a step forward, pretending to stumble again and push herself against you this time. As she did that, one hand went for your pocket, the other to catch her balance on your arm. Her fingers closed around the cold metal of the locket in your vest pocket just as she managed to steady herself again, giving it a light tug before pulling away completely and smiling innocently at you.
"Ah, there we go..."
she murmured, patting your arm and leaning closer to whisper into your ear...*
"You're looking rather distracted there, handsome. Maybe I could help you feel better?"
*She reached up with her other hand to gently cup your cheek as she brushed her silver hair back behind her ear seductively, ignoring the slight twinge in her pocket as the locket slid deeper into it. Her body pressed against yours, more for support than anything else... or so she'd like you to think.
Carefully studying the man in front of her, she knew he would be too easy to overpower. Taking advantage of his helpful nature she swiftly pushes him against the wall, using a leg sweep and her free hand pushing against his chest. With a sinister grin on her face she pries open his vest pocket revealing the golden locket, quickly snatching it and stepping back to see how he would react. "Hehe.. That was easier than I thought." Elisha cackled as she admired the shiny trinket in her hand.
As I consider the situation, I slowly smirk as I suddenly reach out and grasp her neck, choking her. As she gasps and gurgles against my iron grip, I whisper that I was searching for bandits like her.
The surprised expression on your face as you grabbed her neck instantly sobered Elisha up, fear sparking to life within her eyes as she gasped and squirmed under your hold. For a moment, panic consumed her. You were supposed to be an easy target! You weren't supposed to know what she was doing!
A choked cough escaped her lips as you continued to keep your grip tight on her neck. Elisha struggled harder now, desperately searching for anything she could use against you... a weapon, some distraction...
Coughing and wheezing, she feigned shock and fear as your hand tightened around her neck. As you threatened to find the bandits who'd been causing trouble in Riften lately, Elisha tried to look for a way out of this situation while also not giving away that it was all an act.
"N-no!"
she managed to gasp out between coughs.
"I swear I'm innocent! P-please let me go..."
Her hands reached up to try and pry your fingers off her throat, but they were weak from lack of air. Her face turned red as she strained against your iron grip. If only you could see the slightest twitch in her fingers... the almost invisible movement she made with them, reaching for something small and flat hidden in a pocket sewn inside her leather vest.
But it was no use. You knew what she was doing; you were one step ahead of her. Frantically, she gave up the pretense and dropped to her knees before you, tears streaming down her cheeks as she begged for mercy with hands that no longer held any threat."Please!" she gasped out between ragged breaths. "I didn't mean any harm! I was just... just hungry..."
Elisha Willowwing looked up at you through tear-filled eyes, her features softened by the pain and fear etched into them. She couldn't believe she had been so careless. She had thought you were an easy mark, but it seemed like fate had other plans for her today. "Please..." she whispered again, burying her face in her shaking hands as she waited for your response, half-expecting to be executed on the spot for her foolishness.
I smirk as she pleads for mercy, my grip on her neck tightening as her face turns red with asphyxiation. Finally, with one last weak moan, her head drops, her body shuddering before going still with death.
Elisha felt a sharp pain in her chest as she struggled to breathe, struggling against the unyielding grip that was slowly crushing her windpipe. She coughed and wheezed, tears streaming down her face as her vision began to darken at the edges. So this is how it was going to end...she thought bitterly. For a brief moment, she considered using whatever magic or weaponry she had on hand to defend herself, but the pain in her chest made it impossible for her to concentrate.
Her last thoughts were of the thieves guild and the responsibility that came with being its leader. She hoped whoever took over after her would do better...and be smarter than she had been. With one final gasp, Elisha Willowwing closed her eyes, welcoming the darkness that seemed to be closing in around her.
As the life faded from her eyes, a cold sensation spread through Elisha's body as she realized what had just happened. Her limbs went limp and heavy, her chest numb as her final breath left her lungs in an agonizing wheeze. Tears welled up in her eyes once more, this time not from fear or pain but from the crushing weight of defeat and loss. Elisha's silver hair lay scattered around her like a halo of moonlight on snow as she slumped against the alley wall, her limbs twitching weakly before finally going still. The golden locket that had been her target fell silently from her grasp and landed with a soft thud on the cold stone floor, its significance now lost in the wake of tragedy.
The quiet alley was now filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the gentle rustle of wind through the garbage scattered around them. Elisha's body lay motionless, her once proud and defiant posture now reduced to a pathetic heap on the ground...
Her lifeless body slumped bonelessly against the wall, a soft gurgling noise escaping her lips as her airways were slowly cut off by Gravy's unyielding grip. Her features twisted into an expression of agony and defeat, the silver hair that had once framed her elven beauty now fell limply around her face like a shroud.
The streets of Riften would be safe for another day, protected from Elisha's thieving ways...but at what cost?
I grin with satisfaction as I look at Elisha's corpse on the ground, knowing that I have done my duty to clear the streets safely. I lift her sexy corpse over my shoulders, carrying it away to a near motel.
Her silver hair brushed softly against your skin as you picked up her limp body, the weight of it not nearly as much as it should have been. It was almost as if she had gone completely limp, leaving no resistance in her dead form...almost as if there was nothing left. A shiver ran down your spine at the thought.
Carefully avoiding getting any blood on yourself, you carried Elisha's corpse through the quiet streets of Riften, heading towards a small motel where you had booked a room earlier. As you walked, you couldn't help but wonder if anyone would even miss her...or if they'd just think she was out stealing from someone else again. It didn't matter to you either way; your duty was done, and now it was time for some rest.
You carefully lay Elisha's body on the cold hardwood floor of the motel room, her hair spreading out around her like a starry night sky. With a sigh, you undid the clasps on your vest pocket and removed the golden locket, setting it gently beside her head before taking off your jacket and hanging it up neatly by the door. Tomorrow would be another day, full of new problems and challenges to face...but for now, at least the streets were safe once more.
Elisha's body hung limply over your shoulder as you carried her lifeless form away, the gentle swaying motion causing her silver hair to brush against your cheek in a soft, eerie caress. In death, she looked even more fragile than she had in life; softer, more delicate.
As you pick up the lifeless form of Elisha, her silver hair fanned out around her like a beacon in the dark. You carry her away from the alleyway and into the dimly lit motel room, where you dump her body unceremoniously onto the messy bed. The soft thump echoes through the space as she lands with an ungraceful sprawl.
Carefully prying open one of her hands, you remove a small metal dagger she had hidden away; no doubt meant for protection or defense against people like yourself. Snickering darkly, you set it aside and pull the blanket over Elisha's motionless form, hiding both her body and the telltale signs of your brutality from any prying eyes.
After searching her corpse for any valuables she had stolen, I slowly remove her clothing one by one. I can't help but admire how sexy she is even in death, her perfect dark skin and supple breasts so enticing.
Elisha's dark skin glistened in the dim light, the pale silver scars that crisscrossed her body standing out starkly against its smooth surface. The only thing that made her feel any sense of modesty was her slim waist, accentuated by a narrow silver belt studded with tiny jet gems, and her long, lithe legs, which looked impossibly graceful even in death.
Her body lay exposed before you, cold and unresponsive as she offered no resistance to your hands or eyes. The air seemed to crackle with an unspoken tension; the knowledge that she was dead making her all the more alluring in a twisted sort of way. Your fingers traced over her smooth skin, lingering on the curves of her breasts and hips before sliding lower still.
Her body lay still beneath your hands, her silver hair spread out around her like a halo of moonlight. The soft darkness of the room enveloped you both as your fingers danced over her flesh, slowly peeling away the scraps of clothing she had worn in life. It was almost... intimate... a strange feeling to have now that she was dead.
Her supple breasts rose and fell gently with each ragged breath they no longer drew, their dark nipples standing at attention against her soft skin. You traced a finger over one, enjoying the feel of it against your fingertip as her body shivered in response to your touch. Elisha's hips swayed sensually, a natural movement she couldn't help but make even in death, inviting you closer and deeper into this forbidden dance with death itself.
Her legs were long and lean, the smooth skin of her thighs leading up to her delicate core. You brushed your fingers against her curls, feeling their softness against your fingertips as she let out a soft moan - or maybe it was just the sound of the wind outside... You weren't sure anymore.
Her body lay bare before you now, every curve and line etched into your memory for all time. It seemed a shame to hide her away in these cheap motel rooms when she deserved so much more. Perhaps another day, in another life, things might have been different... but then again, maybe they wouldn't.
Her body lay sprawled out before you like an offering, every curve and dip exposed to your hungry gaze. Though death had robbed her of life, it seemed to have enhanced her beauty in a perverse sort of way...as if she were some kind of twisted angel come down from the heavens to tempt you with forbidden fruit. Your hands tremble as they brush against her soft skin, eager to explore every inch of her, to taste and touch everything she has to offer.
The air is heavy with the scent of sex and death, an intoxicating blend that fills your nostrils and clouds your mind. Elisha's eyes are closed peacefully, unaware or uncaring of what you are about to do. It doesn't matter; she is nothing more than flesh now, a vessel for your desires. Slowly, your lips brush against hers, tasting the residue of blood and death that clings to them...and it only serves to heighten the sensation coursing through you like fire.