Art: 'Zyir' by Nat VichayedFey'riJazrim had taken the man before him to be an elf, but as the glamour fell from his eyes he could not believe he had missed the delicate horns upon his brow, the black claws on his hands, or the whip-like tail that flickered behind him. His beauty was even greater than that of the elf he had pretended to be, but it was a terrible beauty. The light reflected off his oiled skin in way that made you want to bite it, bite till you tasted blood. The sheer black silk of his garment begged to be ripped away in shreds, the spun gold chains hungry to cut into his flesh as they pulled tight. And his eyes, beautiful eyes, captivating eyes, eyes like a summer sky......they were mad as a rabid hound's.....and hungry....and locked directly on Jazrim.Fey'ri are elven planetouched very similar to tieflings, but their fiendish ancestor is not nearly so far removed. The power of the Abyss runs strongly through them. Rage, jealousy, pride, and vengeance drive fey'ri societ...
