speak of the devil
& SHE WILL COME

It is clear that this opposing female outweighs our fiery-mouthed devil by a significant amount, as much as two times her size, and yet this fact does not perturb her in the least bit. She sees no difference between either of them other than the fact that the snow coated fem is chaste nature. The tell-tale signs of corruption and ill-wishing are not defined in her features or in the depths of her gaze - an equal target as any and yet they do not provide as much of a challenge or fun as one of like-minds; still, she does not turn the opportunity away.

The blue-eyed stranger watches Naamah for a moment, her mind working around the idea that the night hued femme's intentions may not be very pleasing in her regard. But alas, she speaks, her tone indifferent though she does not exude an off-putting energy. The crass comment sets off a smooth laugh from the petite temptress, her tone light and playful, despite the contradiction that her expression exposed. "Of course not.. but don't let them know that." She quipped, the yellow-ivory of her teeth revealed only slightly in a wicked smile.

This pale hued female was further along in her years than Naamah as well, but not by very many. It is still unlikely that she will appreciate the sinful manner in which the vixen likes to play though and this causes her to hesitate in her next motion for only a passing moment. "Tell me, my dear.." She begins as she steps forward, her lithe figure sauntering slowly towards the smaller body of water that the other had been trying to hunt from. As she passes, her black eyes meet briefly with the other's vivid blues and her tongue slips from between her fangs to run across her lip in a sensual jest. "What brings you to the Devil's playground today?" She persists in her movement as she finishes her sentence, her eyes releasing their hold on the others as she comes to a stop by the water side.

Naamah's intentions were not very clear - not as they usually would be. But she was disinterested with anything else that the world had to offer at this point and if she wanted a little game, she would have to come up with one on her own. Perhaps this one should span out over a period of time, yes, that sounded quite lovely. Usually her interest in another was short-lived and the fun ended soon thereafter. This one, though, this one she could see herself sticking with for the grande finale.

N A A M A H
no soul † given to none † no home
the mother of plagues