The Dark ElfChp 1
Drops of rain splashed rhythmically across the worn ground, soaking anything and everything that dared to stay out in the open. The wind blew ever so gently, the leaves of the trees betraying its presence by fluttering lightly. The sky was black, but not the typical black; this was the deepest black, as if one could reach out a hand and touch it, but at the same time encounter nothing but mist.
Distant footsteps gave a sound warning that he shouldn't stop, that the humans he had happened across were still giving chase, intent on finding and destroying the perceived threat, but he didn't heed it.
Instead, he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, letting the icy cold rain cascade across his cheeks and lips. It wasn't often that he was permitted to leave the santuary of his home and enjoy the unique pleasures of the surface. In fact...he wasn't permitted at all. His people, with very scarce exceptions, were forbidden to walk among the world of daylight.
His name was Brakely Reit
Living DollDolls littered the floor, broken and unfinished, blank, eyeless faces staring out in all directions. Every one had disappointed him, some flaw or another finding its way into his work, and he had discarded them all. He had to have perfection.
Once, long ago, he had made these dolls to sell, but his hobby had quickly turned into an obcession, always finding inexcusable imperfections in the dolls and being unable to continue his crafting.
He had to have perfection. And so it was with extreme caution that he now brushed on the last layer of coloring on this life-sized doll's skin, adding a light blush onto her cheeks. Laying down his brush and stepping back, he finally allowed his guard down long enough to admire her, and he revelled in her beauty. She was magnificent; her face that of an angel, soft brown ringlets dropping over her shoulders and down her back, her petite, naked form glistening with wet paint in the dim lamplight.
But, the most magnificent aspect of this doll, grea