speak of the devil

and she will come

Oh, this terrible, aching feeling that had settled deep within her chest was simply unbearable.

Year after year the deliciously tempting demoness eluded the dark fantasies of her carnal desires during the winter months. She teased and pulled at their strings with her masterfully spoken words, her alluring bodice, and her ever elusive mystery. She is a creature of want for one - and only one - thing; the thrill of pursuit. The majority of her escapades die down quickly enough so that she has never been allowed the opportunity to explore such erotic dreams. And such a shame it really is.

Still, this does not stop the fallen angel from scouring the wilds of Moladion for her next victim to draw into her carefully woven web of lust and deceit; it is a game most fun and likely will never lose its enchantment with her for all of eternity. It is not that she had been hibernating all winter long but her walk through the forest seemed.. too bright, too green, too noisy. It felt as if she had been ripped from her roots in winter Moladion and placed so abruptly into this happier and more vibrant world now. She did not like it very much, though she could settle for such changes once the moon has taken its place in the deep blue abyss above. Naamah was never much for the daylight at any time.

Her lithe form moves with an ease of confidence gathered only from her deranged self-image of herself and years of practice. She is utterly certain that, no matter the instance, she is entirely capable of spinning words and casting wanton glances to weasel her way out. So she saunters through the forest with little regard for who or what is around her, char black eyes set upon each moving creature with near laziness, though they hold no interest for her as she has already feed the previous night. Simply because the creature’s hunger is sated does not mean she is not starving for something else entirely.

Legs so swift and graceful carry her inky figure in and out of the shadows that the trees laid upon the earth, her lush fur flowing and her tassel held evenly at her rear as she strolled along in search for a prey item more fitting for her tastes. Her search ends in bountiful fruit - it is clear that one angel above many others still favors dearest Naamah.

The musky odor of a male slowly seeps into the air as she nears his position betwixt the bushes along the path she now takes, the strength of such a scent growing as she nears him until he is given to betray his position and settle himself directly into her way. Her shoulders shimmy slightly as she fluffs herself up, her nimble legs bringing her to a halt before the hulking creature before her, voided eyes staring into the pools of silver that were his own. His smile is alluring in the most sly of ways as he speaks to her in riddle. She considers him for a moment as she stands before him, wispy fur bouncing lightly in the breeze that passes through before she decides upon answering him with a coy upturning of her lip. “Dead, if this is how you introduce yourself to everyone you meet, pretty boy.” Her voice is spoken in a lilting tone, the sweetness of such not divulging her true nature in these passing moments before she chooses to answer his question without sarcasm. “Silence. Now do I get a reward?” She regards him in quiet now as she begins her devious scheme, relishing in the idea that she has found one so deliciously handsome to play with today.