speak of the devil
& SHE WILL COME
She is nothing but a dark wraith. Her obsidian pelage allowing her invincibility within the night, yet this was not the welcoming embrace of twilight, the sun casts its radiant light upon Moladion and all who inhabit it. But just because it is light, does not mean the monsters will not come out to play.
Fine wisps of her inky tail flow behind her as she saunters through the terra, her head held regally as she moves with silence and grace into the wooded area. The demoness avoids the western end of the forest at all costs, not wanting to soil her finely crafted fur with the muck of the stagnant waters. Instead, she jogs through the eden of coniferous trees, abysmal eyes intent on finding something or someone for entertainment. Her rendezvous with Lillith was quite a time, but her old companion was dragged down and tamed by the likes of her code and her family. She could not leave Iromar to travel with Naamah like they used to, causing havoc at every place they ended up. Oh, they were such a wicked duo. It's a shame it all had to end so soon.
Alas, the fallen angel was left to her own devices as she scoured the wild lands, hoping to find a poor soul to torture or perhaps just a simple conversation could do.. perhaps not. It was times like these that she missed her Samil; the things they had gotten into together when their lives were as they used to be.. Oh, it was dastardly. But it seems that fate has her mind set on changing everything for Naamah. Her right-hand is rarely available any longer and her once-mate is seemingly non-existent. What a turn of events. It is not like her to dwell on such foolish things though, such is why she out on this day.
Her lithe form slips through a veil of branches and she is soon confronted with the presence of another. "Well, look at what we have here." She stops in her movement at the moment that she sees the female, a coy smile coming to play on her features as she regards her.
N A A M A H
no soul † given to none † no home
the mother of plagues