"Yes I have met ... him."

Abel. A curious name that spoke of an otherworldly legendary status, one singing with a strange alienation like Vixen herself was. Quietly, she wound her tongue around the syllables, thinking them out loud but only in her head. Ay-bel. Ay-bel. Ayy-BEL.

Now able to see this creature, her apparent guide to Akashima, Vixen let her eyes study the girl.

First thing was first, she was short. That was not to be denied, for she was even shorter than Vixen, who was known to be a relatively minute woman. But this figure was even shorter than that, perhaps coming to Vixen's shoulder - something nearing four foot. Her weight also was balanced, with a good amount of muscle combined with firm, hourglass curvature. Overall, though, she was stocky, as if there was a solidness to her, as if she had some form of dwarf genetics, or perhaps halfling. Black hair spun around her head like a picture frame, with fine silver eyes glinting beneath. What was most curious, however, was the fact her skin was solidly dark black, almost night, and as Vixen gazed she found her mouth twisting into a smile.

For skin that like belonged only to one race, and that was drow. And Vixen knew the form of a drow very, very well.

So she was built like a halfling, but had the skin of a dark elf. Well, that spoke hybrid if anything - or a new race that Vixen had never seen. A race as rare as her own perhaps, that did not technically exist on this world, aside from the weak comparison of vampires. But they had that whole 'weak in sunlight' thing ...

Perhaps she was even from another world. Like Vixen and all her relations.

"Abel said you could take me across to Akashima," Vixen said quietly as she continued to observe this strange being. Perhaps she just attracted peculiar, non-standard beings. Mikhail, for instance, was a metal demon. How common were they? And that cat girl? And kenkus themselves, they were not a being you saw every day. "He did not want to take you to Raiaera. I am presuming that is on account on your skin. What are you?" she paused as another idea came to her.

"You are a drow with stunted growth?"