Knocking on Deaths Door [Khamul]

As silent as she had been, even more so was the creature before her. An impenetrable wall of...of living but yet dead that blocked her way forward. Nazgul. No sooner than did her eyes widen involuntarily did hooded figure speak. The harsh throat filled tones of black speech. The words that left his mouth with eyes of ice blue that seemed to try to rip her soul away from her bones. Vigilant and unresting eyes of Sauron's minion. Khamûl had asked her a question. Nay he had demanded to know. Did she realize? Kyleria knew she was in very real danger. She was where she was not allowed to be. Had gone, where she was told she could not go. Here was the proof of that danger. Wide grey eyes stared back at Khamûl. Wide like the sky upon which a fell beast flew. A haunted quality lurked upon the edges of those lenses. Tugging the curve of her bottom lip was a slow smile.

"I was looking for Angmar" Slipped the words from her tongue without missing a beat. She called him Angmar Without falling backward in fear. As if she was familiar to the Witch-king...Mentally she heard her father's voice speaking to her as a child. "Never show fear. Never let them know you are afraid." She was not exactly afraid, more shocked she had gotten caught. She had been gone from Mordor too long, but he was Nazgul, he probably felt her from the stairs long before she stepped onto the floors. A brow quirked. He had seen her before, she had seen him. They moved in the same circles yet never did two paths cross until now. Now he beckoned she give her name. Names held power if given. Yet she knew she should give him her name or he could take it from her...easily.

The smile upon her lips faded as they pursed in irritation. "Kyleria" There was no my lord or title given to the rider before her. She was able to look him square in the eye and speak her name. Nearly as tall as he but not quite. Khamûl now knew her name and knew she was looking for the Witch-king. She knew nothing of the one before her. He was nameless to her but she was bold. "Do you have a name or are you nameless...like the other seven." quipping. As his hood obscured some of his facial features from her view. Seemed everyone wore black around this place. Hid blood quite well.

Kyleria exhaled softly as the heavy air tingled her senses and she tried to block out the burning sensation in her fingers. Flexing hands into fists at her side to push back against the power of magic, try to staunch out the lure she felt from it. While her mind was reeling. Conceal, don't feel.

Kyleria raised a hand to her lips, trying to mask the smirk that tugged on her mouth as the Nazgul nearly hissed at her. That she was lying. "Am I?" almost mocking Khamûl. Those haunting eyes seemed to laugh with the woman that was irritating. Why was she here. A finger ran along the wall. "I was bored waiting for The leader of Nazgul to make his appearance to report... Or...perhaps I was curious..." flicking against the edge of her mouth was a glimpse of her tongue that caressed the lower, inside edge of her mouth. She was toying with Khamûl as if she was his equal. Kyleria's blood sang with the thrill of danger, intoxicated by it. Even more so when Khamûl's, lips twitched into an amused smirk. There was an expression Kyleria had not seen from a Nazgul. Slightly pleased with herself that she had been the cause of it. Oh...he had a name. Kyleria's own amused expression would mirror the dark easterling's. "Khamûl" repeating his name out loud. Savoring upon her tongue the flavor of his name. A name that had come from behind those pink tiers with a soft feminine purr laced with just the edged tones of black speech.

Wonder flickered in her eyes as he tossed back his black hood, revealing himself. Standing before her in a corporal form that he had gathered around his ghostly frame. Taking in the ice blue-eyed wraith with shorn earthen hair. Short but long enough that it seemed fingers could grasp the strands. Pushing aside the observation. Kyleria scowled when Khamûl said she should not be here and needed to leave. She knew that when she had climbed up the staircase. It was when his cold hand curled about her wrist and he began pulling her towards the stairs that he found a compliance in her. Kyleria was too busy focusing on the distracting sensation of his hand is cold. Of keeping a moan suppressed from her lips. A surprising coldness to the warmth of her body.

She stilled even her silent protest as there was a sound, A heavy sound of boots and the next thing Kyleria saw was darkness spread about her, she was against Khamûl's frame faster than she could even blink, there was nothing but darkness. Not the darkness of night filled with shadows but an ink blot that seemed to stretch on. Her breath would be warm against the glamour that Khamûl wore. Soft and filled with life. Life that he had chosen to save from her own foolish choice. Next time...He said he would not be so forgiving. She closed her eyes tightly as the sensation of burning welled up in her throat. Pooling heat at the center of her belly, warmth that spread like dragon fire. Pushing upwards at the prolonged contact with the Wraith.

Khamûl spoke of magic, Kyleria swallowed hard as the sensation of touching that which was bound by magic. Left the burning in her throat, squeezing. Clawing to have the notes sang from within. "I can feel magic...I can hear the notes and feel the sensations..but I can't touch the source...The Witch King has me searching for a way to reach it". Khamûl had before him, one of the few secrets of Mordor. Before him was a feverant devotee that her and his masters commanded. "Will you still now be unforgiving...Khamûl". His name almost sounding of a sweet prayer.

Kyleria would suck in air, sucking it past her teeth in annoyance. Frowning at the comparison that she spoke like that of the light. "You have been around dull sense Orcs too long." retorting at the wraith. "Go to them? Oh yes...I am sure they would welcome me under their trees and into those great halls of their books" sarcasm dripped from her tongue. Practically seething with bitter tones in her voice. Did he realize such thoughts had crossed her mind. She mused a moment, growing brave two of her fingers caressed the masculine breadth of what should be his left shoulder. "How fortunate for both, you and I. That I walk in shadows. Darkness calls and the light tries to call". Earn his mercy he said. A small chuckle wished to escape but instead her eyes filled with a taunting expression.

Taunting as he offered dark magic. He could give. A brow raised, inquisitive. His fingers would be caught on the dense strands of ember hue. Kyleria...leave him alone the innermost voice of her mind warned her. To stop playing with darkness, to stop playing with a wraith and their endless games. You can not win against them. Kyleria's heart leapt at the offer while her mind warned against any further interaction with Khamûl, shadow of the east. The dark easterling. Teasing did the red head's fingers creep down from where she had nearly caressed the wraith's glamour. 

Into each other's space, wrapped in his shroud of darkness with no barrier between them. Did they stand. Touching one another. Her touch was almost that of a lover's. "Go on, you have my interest..." settling on those words for the moment. She could not ignore the idea nor the sensation she felt when he touched her hair. Dragon...Dragon fire. Absently she leaned into Khamûl's space to not break physical contact with him. "I have soul of a dragon that would burn you, if you were a mortal man". Softly adding on "Luck for me...you are not

There was a reprimand, remember to whom she spoke, watch her tongue. Kyleria sighed. "You sound...just like an elf". Tit for tat. Khamûl had her interest at the prospect. The redhead before him looked confused at his request. Her company in exchange for dark magic...Death was before her and she toyed with it. Played his game. She might not have seen past his glamour upon his true horror. To see the bone that was left after skin had withered away. Sunken hollows where his blue lenses pretended to be. But she knew she was standing and touching death. Knew with every fiber of her being that she had done what no sane man would do. She had a Nazgul's attention.

You cannot hide what you feel from me. I sense interest yet I can smell your fear. It’s a dangerous game that you are playing, but this is what you like, isn’t it?

He was right, she could not hide, there was nowhere to hide. "My company...you want my company in exchange for magic...I am not a foolish woman. My company holds no value...And you would be deprived of me often...for I am often in the wilds...is that truly what you want?" asking. She tried to study him but he was that of which was impenetrable. So Kyleria stood there. "If my company was given, what in turn is given?" Asking for details of what he was offering.

Kyleria did not believe her company would be enough for a Nazgul. What on Arda could he possibly gain from it. "What I like...no. Danger is just a passing emotion that reminds one they are alive. But you do not feel that...A wraith could never understand...The long years of your life were spent till you have become as you are. Once a great king amongst men." She turned her face from Khamûl. To the side, still enwrapped in his darkness and close to him. Thinking on his words. Was his offer worth it. Kyleria felt a dissatisfaction within herself. She had not latched onto his dark words as she thought she might. She hesitated.