"Innocence", he said, while his eyes fell away and slowly slid their black irises to study the mist-laden woods around him.

"Losing your innocence, is like losing a limb."

The smile that appeared on his lips was neither cold nor warm - it was colourless. Flat.

"You can still live - you can move around. But you will never dance again, not like you once did. You will never run across a meadow without a shadow drifting over your heart."

The eyes returned. Slowly lifting - swaying upwards like birds taking flight.

"She crippled me."

Quiet, for a moment, and then,

"For that, I will cripple -her-."


The woman that he speaks of is none other than Ta'thaniise, Queen of the Dark Fae. He is Jeirehneen, of the Eshreemn.

As for the picture, I had -so- much fun doing this. I'm about as happy with it as I'll get, since I have to get back to work, now, and can't continue playing around ;] Sincere apologies for not having been around much lately... but I've had a few very rough weeks. Here's to hoping it'll get better.