speak of the devil

and she will come

Oh, the wonders of the earth. It was such a fine place to be with all of its funny little mortals who give her so much to do in their limited time walking here.

It is upon this warm, spring day that the demoness decides to do a bit of playful pursuit, her nose picking up on the sweet allure of one she so recently met. He was charming, a snake laying beneath the cloak of a wolf, his words weaving their way into her dark little heart. So she followed him to this waterscape with practiced ease, her dainty paws making light work of the rocks that made up this place as she scaled it to the waterfall that he now resided by. But she was too far behind and others had been given the chance to happen upon him before she had the chance, abysmal eyes regarded each of them with wicked intentions, though none could decipher such from her pitch depths.

None could ever tell what the dark wraith was truly thinking upon.

It was only when the gruff voice of one above, did she avert her attention away from the earthly beings at her level to look upon one so robust and rugged atop the falls. "Well.." She purrs excitedly as she now makes a new target in her twisted little mind, obsidian eyes set hungrily upon the comely creature that spoke so brazenly to her handsome fellow by the water.

Enderly was fun, more so than any one else she has forced her presence upon in Moladion, yet this beast was utterly different in ways that she could not explain. He reminded her much of Samil in some ways; the darkness was seen in his brooding eyes just as they had been with her lover. It was something the she-devil could never deny.