A war of the forces of light and dark, what is wholesome and good against what is selfish and what is smothered, is a time old tale that has been told again and again. When the drow, some of the most malevolent of the dark ones, become a little too ambitious they prepare to tell this story once more. This time, though, they intend to come out the victors; no matter what it takes. ___________ Hidden in the shadows of the lush forest that surrounded the castle belonging to the kingdom of light, Vailynne resisted the urge to tap her foot impatiently as she waited. She was shadowed away in darkness out of sight to even the most elite guards and had no doubt that she could end anyone who dared discover her hiding spot so nerves hadn't yet begun to touch the proud maiden. Impatience, however, had already begun taking her over. She'd been waiting here for more than ten minutes now, ten minutes past the appointed time, and Bailazer still hadn't come to meet her. "Where is that man?" The drow dared hiss under her breath. She had to trust the warriors competence. The drow male had already managed to work into the ranks of the light, pretending he had 'reformed' to their ways, become soft and forgiving as the people of light. It was a ridiculous thought but the light council was indeed foolish. After trial and test that Bailazer had lied through with nearly no effort they had taken him in. His rank was low, yes, but he was there. He was trusted - he was a foothold for the drow. A few more minutes past, minutes past the appointed time of meeting, and Vailynne was resisting the urge to attempt to go look for their warrior. He should have been back by now. Had he somehow gotten in trouble his incompetence would cost him; the drow were not a merciful people. Finally, through, Vailynne's eyes managed to detect heat coming her way. Surely that was him. Finally. However... his heat signal was awfully large. It wasn't until Bailazer had gotten closer that he realized that he wasn't alone. With him he carried a hunched figure, masculine, with a significantly brighter heat signal. Could it have been someone of the light council? Only a few moments later and the signal sounded, a few notes from Bailazer's lips that told Vailynne that the coast was clear to come down. Though she found this all rather strange she slowly moved from her perch and approached the lower drow, eyes narrowed. "I caught this one sniffing around where he ought not be." Bailazer dared not make the princess wait any longer than she already had, offering his explanation as he bowed his head in respect. Vailynne was not pleased, but she accepted the explanation. If this man, a light haired man from the light who lay hunched with chains binding him tightly enough to dig into his skin and send rivulets of blood down his pristine, pale skin, had grown suspicious than there was no saying that he was the only one. They would have to be more careful and they would have to move faster. "Was he now?" Vailynne's voice was high but dangerous as she crouched to get a better look at the man's face. He was handsome - for a light, that was. His skin was pale, stark white and he seemed strong and capable. "Should we kill him?" Bailazer's lips raised to a smirk, eyes dancing with malice at the idea. Clearly that was his first choice. However, Vailynne quickly stomped out with wick of his excitement. "No. This one may be useful." Both knew well that Vailynne's logic in was flawed. The stronger the enemy the more of a liability. For some reason, though, she'd taken an interest in this man of the light world. She wanted him and what she wanted she would have. No one, not even Bailazer, dared question the princess however and she knew she could get away with it. "We must move quickly and stealthily should we finish this mission. Do you understand?" It was a clear warning but, rather than protest that he had been doing just that, Bailazer simply nodded. He'd not risk invoking the anger and cruelty of the princess, even for his pride. Bending to examine her new toy more fully Vailynne grinned wickedly at the male, wrapping a long-fingered hand around his chin, allowing the delicate points of her nails to dig into his flesh. "Useful indeed. You'll be coming back with me." Closer examination only increased Vailynn's unexplained interest in the man. He would be a good pet indeed... A short few words later Vailynne and Bailazer had come to a consensus. They dared not say too much before the ears of their enemy but what they did say was enough for Vailynne to return to her mother with a worthy report of status and Bailazer to return to his position with vigor and purpose. Satisfied, Vailynne snapped her fingers and, using and enchantment from one of the drow of her house, returned both herself and her prize to the home of the drow. Bailazer for his part was left to walk back to his quarters. 'At least that's one pesky rat taken care of.' The drow thought to himself, resisting the urge to spit in disdain as he thought of the ever-noble Lestate. That made his job much easier as most in the council of light no longer questioned his true allegiance. At least, not enough to be too concerned, anyway. Now he simply had to deal with the matter of explaining Lestate's absence to Akasha. He knew this would be tricky, but he could no longer risk Lestate's tailing him. He would simply have to be clever enough to pull himself through with his reputation.