speak of the devil
& SHE WILL COME

She is a vixen of many pleasures; sight, sound.. touch. She relishes in these things and knows that she is perfection when it comes to them. Her coat of silken black alluring to the eye, the soft cooing of her smooth voice drawing them closer, the sensuous touches that she places along their bodies. She is the carnal queen and none other could dethrone her.

The demoness is out in the midst of twilight, her favored time for the way that the silver of the moon shines on her lush pelage. She is stalking for another victim to her wicked love, her inky eyes drawing in every detail of the landscape as she goes, but none are so foolish to roam the night alone and she is given to pleasure herself with a cool dip in the river. It is winter and yet nature is such a finicky thing, the snow that veiled most of Moladion earlier in the week now given way to more comfortable temperatures for the time being. It seems that it simply cannot make up its mind. The night feels rather like autumn more so than winter and though the slow moving water of the river is still chilling, she finds it refreshing as she steps further out into the body of water.

Perhaps it is fate, or by mere chance, that another happens upon her. She smells him first, as her back is turned to him, before his words were capable of being brought forth. His voice is gravelly, as if he hadn't had a drink in days, and his tone is rather coy. It brings a knowing smile to her delicate features. "Where I go, danger goes.. my dear." She retorts coolly, her sound smooth and alluring as she remains in the water, turning her head only in slight to view him from the corner of her eye. He should be aware of what exactly he was getting into. "Join me." It is a calmly spoken demand, her crown tilting to the side as she awaits him.

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