In the dead of night, a figure wearing a cloak with a hood obscuring his features emerged from the shadows into a small clearing in the woods where another figure was waiting impaitently. Upon the arrival of the mysterious man, the witch removed her hood to reveal long sleek black hair. Her lips were painted crimson red, deep maskara and dark eye shadow were applied. She wore tight black leather pants and a black shirt that showed off her chest and waist. She wore a silver chain neckalce with a cresent moon pendant that rested on her cleavage.
The man smirked as he ran his eyes from herl long legs upwards, stopping at where the pendant rested for a few seconds longer before finally meeting her dark eyes that were now glaring at him.
"Do that again and I'll rip your eyes off," the witche warned, only to receive a chuckle from the man who waved his hands in the air dismissively.
"Give me what I came for and I'll leave." The man extended out his hand and waited.
The witched placed her hand over the man's as she said "remember, this only works on a full moon and may or may not have a lasting affect." The witch withdrew her hand to reveal what she placed on the man's hand.
Lookig down into the palm of his hand, the man smirked. A small vial with purple-blue liquid rested there, waiting to be used. "Perfect."
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