Enderly. Oh Enderly, you little bastard, you. He tried so very hard to snake his poisonous words into her darkened heart, to pierced it and cause her as much pain as she had clearly caused him, but it had not worked. Naamah was bulletproof. Perhaps it had always been true that she never felts the effect of true ’love’. It was a foreign concept to her because her love was so vast and different than that of which most encountered. Her love was wild, free, and always changing. She did not commit herself to only one just because she held them dearly, she felt so deeply for so many others that she simply could not.

Enderly would never understand this – so let him live alone with his chosen one and bask in his monogamous misery.

The sinfully ethereal figure of the dame blends with the night as she moves with elegance and speed. She aims for nothing more than the cold embrace of the grotto in which she had once called home, for it will always be so. Even if Samil and her little family was no longer intact it would seem that the caverns would always call her name. They sheltered her and cared for her even when she had nothing else but herself. They were a constant even when she was not.

She moves with grace through the entrance and deeper into the labyrinth as if she had never left it. Her body still knowing the way toward the grotto that she had once birthed her litter and begun to raise a family. Naamah was never to be the motherly type after all – she only popped them out and sent them on their way to do what it is her bloodline does best. But the thought of such things brings a pang in her chest, something she has not felt in so long, instigated by nightmarish memories from her days outside of Moladion.

Her shadowesque figure moves into the pitch black cavity of which used to be her den, a whine of emotional pain nearly parting her lips before the scent of another is strong upon the air. Naamah is never defensive but she is caught off-guard, fractured by her hellish memories, and her hackles rise upon her spine as blackened eyes capture the beast that lurks. It is but a male, large and handsome even in his age but she her mind is frayed in this moment which places the male in a very delicate position.