Aetos and Melcena
A man and a woman walked together in silence. Side by side, the pair picked their way along a sloping road. Walls of jagged rock rose to either side, looming larger as their path slid lower still. The man and woman had a goal, nestled here in the earth. The night made way before them, opening to embrace their steps and closing deceitfully in their wake. Only their respective lights kept the dark at bay, shining forth from both figures in spite of their empty hands. The light emanated, in fact, from their very forms.
The man looked over at his companion, a sheen of silver gleaming from amber eyes. Inky black strands fell over that stare, only to be swept back into the smooth curtain that hung straight to mid-back. He was tall and lean, corded muscles rippling under lily-white skin. Not that his physique was readily apparent: the man clad himself in dark, rich cloth, a suit of pricier make that belied his careless stance. Even over the stone, he seemed to glide with an easy stride, and his expression spoke of patience and culture beyond the scope of most.