The deed had been done and there was no turning back. The dark temptress had traveled from Glorall to return home within her shadowy den. Her sons were left at the mercy of the pack, though their father would surely be around to scoop them up at some point. She had very little concern for their well-being, considering this one fact. If anything, she thought very little of them since she had left the borderlands of the river pack. Does that make her a monster?

The copulation that had brought her two only sons into the world was not one forged from affection or endearment; Nathaniel just happened to be a passing fancy, unfortunately enough for the children that resulted from it. Naamah was never meant to be one to settle down into a quiet life with one male. Her one love had always been Samil, her devil of a behemoth, but their time ran short and he could not deal with her straying eyes. The inky female had always known of her fate upon this mortal land; she was cast from the heavens themselves for being such a seductress and her children were born from such sin. They were to be the plagues that haunted Moladion and her sole task for the past years was to ensure that she procreated.

Perhaps she is tiring of being a well-working machine or that is simply wanting a change in direction when it comes to her life. But there was a shift within her psyche when Enderly had turned his back upon her, when she realized that Samil was no longer around, that her daughter’s death haunted her without anyone to console her. For once, Naamah was entirely alone, and she was not sure that she liked it. She had always fed off of others and their presence, she was a social dame by nature. Perhaps her social norms were not always pure and fun, but they were present all the same.

Having children to look after every hour of the day and to raise accordingly did not count as companionship to the demoness. She craved the attentions of another male once more, one that fawned over her so readily such as Enderly had.

Crickets and night bugs echo through the tunnels as she makes her way back to her alcove through the darkness. It is a place in which she has birthed two of her litters and will forever remain her home. The welcoming gloom provides security and camouflage to her shadowesque figure and attracts so many of the same mindset. She finds her cove and enters it, ensuring that no one else had intruded while she had been away, and slowly eases herself down into a curled position. On nights like this she would normally be prowling the open lands for another paramour and yet she feels rather exhausted. She is not up for playful games at this time and only wishes to be left in her solitude.