Deals

Delicate hands were placed over a burning fire, so close the flames bounced up and brushed her palm. A sharp breath was pulled in as the heat flushed over her skin. Every nerve in her body was used to fight the instinct of pulling her hands back. Her pale pink lips parted slightly in either awe, or due to trance. Though there was undeniable discomfort from the heat, she wouldn’t burn. Not now- not ever. The whisper that intruded on her thoughts, disturbed her moment with the ungentle master. ”Proximare,” The words echoed in her mind, pulling her closer to the consuming inferno. ”Proximare,” Another sharp breath was taken; the blistering heat licking at her flesh.

Burning ash spat at her face that now hovered over the flames. Gold feline eyes hidden behind closed lids, the fire dancing around her hands that had been pushed deeper into the flames. The unusual rustling of leaves, normally associated with the presence of another individual, yanked her from the beckoning pit. A delicate squeak escaped her as she breathed out and smiled into the nothingness. Hands smoothed out the wavy red locks that fell just past her shoulders. A cream-colored dress, which once was white, kissed her skin from shoulder to waist, and relaxed from there on. It looked ratted, had small holes in the arms, and the leather strand that was used to tie the front wore thin in some areas. The dress cut rather low for a woman who spent her time in the middle of the forest, in the middle of a green area for beasts.

“Don’t worry darling, I will bring you someone soon enough,” the voice that echoed in the surrounding area mirrored silk, if silk could be heard. The woman had a sharp collar bone, slender waist, defined jaw line, and high cheek bones. Her nails were well kept with no dirt underneath. Only someone skilled in the area of noticing small details would take these all as signs she is somehow, somewhere, well taken care of. She had been sitting on a stump, which offered more coloring to the dress. Removing excess particles from the back of her ‘rags’, she delicately circled her hand over the open flames- distinguishing the fire with a hiss.

A leather tote slumped next to the tree stump. Yanking the tote from the ground, she pulled the one strap over her left shoulder, and looked inside to count her belongings. There wasn’t much to her name- but who needed an excess number of material object, when they had a deal with the Devil? What her bag did contain was glass jar of faerie blood, a leather pouch with leprechaun hair, a needle with a conch pearl at one end, a butterfly wing encased in a box made from a unicorn’s horn, and a bottle of her own blood. Closing the bag, she did her best to distance herself from the extinguished fire.