The devil incarnate, Hoof Prince’s own monstrosity born from the fiery pits of hell with a spiteful grin and iniquity in her dark eyes appears like some sort of demonic manifestation spewed forth from the most vivid of nightmares—she is a dark flickering amongst the hunched skeletons of trees, a fear provoking wraith that slips and winds through the gloom with an uncanny silence and a strange and predatory grace. She is terror, the embodiment of dread and all that sends cold shivers down your spine, she is, how shall I say it… a harbinger dreadful things to come.
And so she comes, with all the malevolence and bravado befitting of a fiend, with sinful dark eyes gleaming with cruelty and spite. And she is surely a spectacle, for she comes to you in all her monstrous glory, for her lush mantle of writhing darkness has never been thicker and her grin never laces with as much malice and poison. She is the epitome of power and strength from the confidence and buoyancy of her walk to the wild eyed expression that had manifested upon her dangerously beautiful features; her head was held at a bold height, one single eye glaring forth from the mass of dark hair that tumbled in gleaming dark ringlets down her perfect face. Nostrils flaring with each rapid breath and gleaming dark hide gliding with an unusual smoothness over a perfect body. She is a predator, and you cannot mistake that, for she practically glides forth from the newly sprouted foliage with not a sound to betray her approach, and the style and flourish with which she walks is strangely akin to that of a panther in pursuit of prey, and they prey tonight is Lupus.
And of course it is night with this demon emerges to haunt the world of Hoof Prince, for night is her time and of course it compliments her most, for the pale moonlight favors her almost as much as the darkness and shadows that cling so tenderly to her curvaceous body, it glimmers luxuriously upon the supple curves of her body, gleaming like liquid silver upon the scars which mottle her otherwise perfect physique. She is as much a warrior was Altus himself, if not more so. For she embodies the wildness, the raw ferocity that so many have grown so far from, she everything that you wish you could be and more. She is awe-inspiring and she knows it.
And there is no way that he could miss her, a darkened beacon with a crown of ominous shadow and faint moonlight that glitters upon her, her wild eyes focused daringly upon him and her poise and confidence such that she would be mistaken for one of his gender were it not for her idyllic face and raw feminine power that radiated from her like an over-applied perfume. Perhaps it would be her beauty that would draw Lupus to her like a moth to a flame, or the air of challenge that hung about her much like the darkness did or just the simple allure of a figure swathed in darkness and mystique just out of sight.
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