On every side the rotten structures towered over like looming predators eager and awaiting their chance to strike. Each one was slightly different but they all seemed to have somethings in common, a gaping face in their front, like a mouth wide in shock and eyes that had seen the horror of a 'true' gorgon's stare. Each one looked [i]frightened[/i] their eye like holes crossed and some flickering with an inner light like a hollowed out tree when filled with those nasty little pixies, giving the old tree a haunted look. These things looked haunted too, whatever they were and broken from time and disrepair. Judging by the way fae seemed to enter or leave these faces they provided a form of shelter and protection though she couldn't fathom quite what they would want in return, watching one for a few moments she noticed the fire went out and she assumed the haunted faces allowed the fae inside so they could smite the wicked pixies that were setting fire to their insides. 

She remembered when she was yearling, a mere slither of the serpent she was now, she'd been taken hunting and while her clutch sisters easily took down their prey she had struggled. Eventually she had spotted and captured a pixie. She'd always been enchanted by them and they were considered such easy prey, however this one bit her! In her surprise she opened her hands and the tiny, beautiful woman stamped her feet on Delphi's hand even as the small snake began to tear up, yelling at Delphi the little thing fluttered off leaving Delphi deeply untrusting of the beautiful mini people. 

As she progressed into the city her stomach began to hurt, it was not such an unusual thing for her, it usually hurt and she'd grown quite accustomed to pain in that region so she largely ignored it. When though it began seeping into her head, causing several of her snakes to fall limp and curl up against her shoulders or scalp to save themselves from falling she became more aware that something was wrong. Taking a moment to grab her breath, it was likely as she moved a hand to her brow that she was bumped into by a colourful stranger, with a momentary stagger to her stride the fomori returned to her hunt for someone she could trust. 

She knew, despite herself, she would have to speak to one of the evil treacherous fae or the monstrous human beings but she was tired from her journey. With a sigh she stopped at a street corner and reached into the darkness of her satchel beneath her cloak. When her hand appeared again it clutched a lily white and golden veined petal which she placed between her lips and neatly chewed upon. With a deep breath she turned her attention to the creatures around her once again and scanned for what could be considered the weakest and easiest to hunt. Isolating a particularly drunk looking elf she quietly followed him into a side alley until the shadows hand engulfed them completely. 

"Excuse me, sir." Her voice was as gentle as a nightingales song, it held a distant ethereal echo not unlike a creature not dissimilar to the tales of her gorgons, the elf looked around, staggered into a pile of trash and fell on his rear. Delphi merely tilted her head, her plucked brows furrowing in confusion, was he sick? Perhaps he was broken? It didn't matter, she had no intention of eating this one. "I'm looking for a place, somewhere where there might be someone who can give me some information?"
"What the...go back to your whore house little girl!" The elf uttered through slurred words and hiccups. Delphi's brows dipped lower, what was a whore? Was it some kind of fae she hadn't heard about? Perhaps it was a new kind. Though the way the man had said it it didn't seem likely, with a sigh Delphi glanced first behind, then in front and then above them for any little tell tale signs of eyes in the darkness, then with a deep breath she leaned closer to the elf whose eyes grew wide as he spotted the movement in her hood. "Please, it is important." The elf stood up and pointed at her,
"You...you're a fucking monster your one of those fomori! I should end you here! Might even get a reward for it." The elf made to reach behind him which caused Delphi's eyes to drop briefly to the ground, her shoulders lumping slightly. Quick as lightening one hand shot forward, her claw like nails digging in to the elves throat pinning him to the wall, it was really hardly any effort considering how intoxicated he was. There was a loud hissing now emanating from her hood. "Information, where would I get it?"
"Eat me!"
"Oh...bad choice of words." A pale streak of lightening shot out from underneath her hood and its sharp fangs left a deep gouge in the mans flesh, the burst skin erupting with deep red. Now he blubbered and whimpered, now he seemed to realise what position he was in, 
"B-boggarts hole." Delphi smiled a sickly innocent smile and released the man. "Thank you very much." She said in a tone genuinely filled with gratitude. "Now look at me please." She whispered. 

The man was incapable of not looking and with her hood pulled up the Fomori left the alley in hoped to find this 'Boggarts hole', she didn't' even know what a boggart was and she certainly couldn't read the crude scribblings that littered the walls but perhaps it would be obvious? Several long moments after she had left the elf came stumbling out of the alley, disorientated and confused, having forgotten how he'd gotten there and even what he'd had that morning from breakfast. Delphi felt sleepy again, she always felt tired after she exercised her power but now it was a different kind of fatigue. She ignored it for the most part and instead concentrated on the boggart, was it a fae? It had to be a fae right? All this thinking made her head hurt more, she wanted to be singing, at home in her comfortable cave with her sisters but that was the whole reason she was here wasn't it? Something bad had happened and her sister was taken by the iron monsters. 

Without having paid much attention she'd followed the only sign of real life in this place, an old and twisted tree, it didn't look like the ones where she was from, it looked sickly, sicker still than those by the dying waters and it made her feel sad to look upon it. While her home was hardly a paradise like those spoken about in the stories of the first Elven kingdoms the tree's seemed happier than this one did. As she drew closer to it she ran her fingers across the bark of one of it's long roots "Hello sister." There were lights around it and above it she guessed it was pixies, were they making the tree sad? In the old times she might have been able to ask the tree and get a reply but so many of the trees had grown silent now, the death and torture of their brethren forcing them to forget how to move and how to speak. Was she like them now? Unable to think like anything but a tree, unable to move from this horrid place to a nicer patch where the dirty light might find her leaves. Tree's and the gorgons had never really had any reason to be enemies -as far as she knew- Gorgon's didn't eat trees and tree's didn't get in the gorgon's way. 

As she circled the roots she found an opening, from it came fae and others that were entering it, swept along she found herself thrust into the dark of the twisting burrow, her eyes quick to adjust in the dirt filled hole. Briefly she attempted to turn around but the jostling of fae forced her to hurry along the path and emerge into the wide room filled with a strange purple light. She wondered idly what it was before the sight of a behemoth in the corner all but made her jump in fright. Grabbing her hood instead to assure herself it was straight she glanced around the rest of the room. If one took away everything this hole was much like her cave, darker and deeper perhaps and made of soil like the hatching chamber but it was almost homely. 

When the little woman darted practically in front of her she did gasp, covering her lips with her hands as she watched the little person hand another fae some kind of liquid in a strange looking receptacle. Inching carefully away from the door she paused to try and gather her thoughts and plan her next move.