The starry sky fell over the village like a black, velvety curtain. Tiny specks of light brightened the night and the moonshine illuminated Nuala’s sleek, purple hair beautifully. It was quiet in the realm, the silence in between the midnight hours and dawn part of Marigold’s small town charm. The Voidling had claimed a spot on a wooden bench under a tree, enjoying a glass of red wine while watching the stars. The weather was mild, the spring months especially warm and enjoyable in the southern parts of the country. Clad in white silk, the dress the Voidling wore unveiled almost all of the runes adorning her pale skin, and each one glowed ever so slightly in a colour that matched her amethyst eyes.
Nuala’s plans were simple: enjoy the silence, her wine and the beauty of the night for just about another hour, before returning to bed. There was something calming and relaxing about being out and alone and she didn’t think she would run into any trouble – unfortunately, she was mistaken. Even though the Voidling was nowhere near the actual village, some drunkard had found his way to her personal spot. It was late enough for the bars to close (or so she assumed) and there was no one else around. With her sharp eyes and ears, Nuala caught a glimpse of the human male long before he did of her and in the moments leading up to him acknowledging her presence, she silently begged for him to simply leave her alone and move on.
But of course, with drunk humans things were never that easy.
He rudely approached her, motioned around with the beer bottle in his hand and his slurring was hardly understandable; with what little patience she had left for the mortal race, Nuala stood up from the bench to dodge him reaching for her and when he grabbed her dress with his filthy hands, the Voidling recklessly smacked the man in the face, with no intention of actually harming him. Much to her dismay, the complete opposite of what she’d hoped for occured and with a loud crack he collapsed to the ground – leaving poor Nuala with the corpse of a man whose neck she had just broken.
"Aw, shit."
She muttered some curses under her breath while grabbing the unknown man by his collar and dragging him into the woods where she made some poor attempts to bury his body. The Voidling saw no need to put any actual effort into this–after all there was no one else around–but with the Captain still in town, she didn’t want to risk being framed for murder either. Nuala carefully placed some leaves and and tree branches over the body, when her ears picked up on a foreign sound.
Perhaps she wasn’t alone after all?