Precious Silver

The landscape was desolate of life, ghostly silver trees blew in a phantom breeze that Warwick could not feel. The tall grass around him swayed with the branches, small silver leaves danced in the air yet there was not a sound, not the sound of rustling or of branches creaking. The air was unnaturally still, it carried with it the aura of dread that would wrap around Warwick like a heavy cloak, threatening to drown him in despair. An eerie stillness gripped at the place, the sky, dull, lifeless was blanketed by a thick veil of black fog that blotted out the night sky, only the tiniest glimpses of silvery stars could be seen. Yet even they seemed dull, lifeless as though Warwick had awoken on another plain of existence altogether.

He had arrived upon the Shadow Isles themselves, a place where death roamed free and destroyed those who were not worthy of the gifts such a place could provide. And he was alone. The Isles seemed to almost be alive, yet dead at the same time, torn between two worlds. The specters of the dead that had always been rumored to thrive here were nowhere to be seen.

"You know, many are driven to paranoid ramblings... They try to turn back, they regret their curiosity, they curse their bravery as stupidity." the near seductive purr resounded around the phantom forest, Evelynn was definitely here, watching the Man Hunter as he had been laying there for god knows how long, "What about you?" the voice sounded once more, a pair of molten gold eyes appeared like a chesire cat, floating in the air in front of Warwick's own eyes. From seemingly no where Evelynn would melt into existence, the blue hue of her skin along with her wild pink hair emerged, her lips curled into a soft curious smile. Oddly there was no sadistic intent in this smile, "Do you feel it Warwick?" she questioned, the Widowmaker using his name for the first time since meeting him, "You're at the door way..."

Evelynn slowly turned on her heel, turning her back to the man hunter as she slowly began walking forwards, her hand trailed out, simply passing through the silvery ghost image of the trees and plants. They seemed to be stuck in a loop, everything here was dead, the phantom trees and leaves all projections of what once was here. It must have been beautiful before whatever dreadful event turned the Isles into what they were today, Evelynn however allowed a soft laughter to escape her lips, again, not laced with the sadistic intent she usually conveyed, "Dear hunter, kicking in doors certain makes a lot of noise... If, HE, was awake... You would be dead by now." She then pointed with a slender finger off into the distance where, far off on the horizon, the dark shadowy silhouette of mountains could be seen, "Manticore Mountains, there are abandoned mines from back in His day." She didn't bother to look over her shoulder to see if he were following or not, "They didn't get their name because it sounded nice."

Indeed she could feel the sense of dread that flowed from Warwick, just like with all mortals who dared set foot on these islands. His facade did nothing to fool her, he was wise to be vigilant, there were creatures upon the isles that even Evelynn wouldn't dare to cross. While many of the more renowned undead currently slumbered themselves, Warwick would be safe from them for now. They were on a separate island than the Ruined King's capitol and castle, but that in itself was a blessing and a curse, sure, there would be no sentient undead, but the savage beasts of the mountains would certain prove a challenge for the hunter should he ever catch their attention. They were nothing like the creatures of the mainland, these felt no pain and always had a hunger that could never be sated... And most of all, many were drawn to the warmth of a mortal soul.

Evelynn smirked, not answering for some time as she simply walked through the phantom grass that rose around them amidst the silver outline of the trees, complete utter silence other than the sound of Warwick's movements, Evelynn could even hear his heart beat and breath as they moved. The creatures would be drawn toward them like moths to a flame, "Manticore's are native to the Isles, hunter. They were fierce long before the curse of the Isles twisted them into the creatures they are now. It would be wise to be fearful of them..."

At the questions she paused, the smirk fading from her face as she turned toward Warwick, a flicker of what almost looked to be fear appeared within her eyes before being replaced by a serious stare, "He is no man, he is what death fears." She then chuckled and turned on her heel and began moving toward the mountains, "Made me?" She laughed once more before falling silent.

Evelynn kept a slight smirk on her lips as Warwick speculated on where she came from, not saying anything about the subject while she continued forwards, surely he didn't think she would share all the juicy details? Silly man, "Some say I'm a vampire." she laughed softly, giving Warwick more ideas on where she had come from, "I've been called a demon too you know." She hummed softly before turning to face Warwick while walking backwards through a silvery tree, "He? He is the one who dominates this little place so many call home. "

Evelynn turned back around and continued walking toward the mountains, her eyes shifting across the landscape casually looking for any signs of life (or unlife) in the area. The barest flicker of silvery figures that disappeared as one looked toward them was all that could be seen, Evelynn looked to ignore them the only indication they weren't hostile.

"So little hunter, what would drive you to come to the Shadow Isles in search of silver hmm?"

Evelynn moved with the grace expected of such a skilled assassin as she navigated the rocky mountain terrain, even in high heels she was making it look she was born for this, with an amused smirk she turned to face Warwick as he commented on how weak mortals were, "I know many things the silver is capable of..." she mused aloud, "But making you stronger than a mortal isn't one of them."

She paused where she was in order to survey their progress. They were currently on an old worn down path, more than likely created in ages long since past in order to move people up and down the mountain faster than the less steep slope which would have been used for equipment. The ghostly image of trees had grown further and further apart as they approached the mountain until it was simply shrubbery and long phantom grass. The ground the walked upon no longer soft, but hard and rocky, uneven. It would have been easy to misstep and twist an ankle if you weren't careful.