the last daughter of the shadow-grin
female | eight | 38 inches | 100 pounds | no heart | no soul | gypsy loner
She has been living freely since her night sleeping beside the creature who had given her more interesting company than she had had in a long time. Freely, ferally, and entirely unscathed despite the dangers of the night. It is daytime now, but there was a distinct knowledge that monsters had only just denned until night fell again.
It made her feel even more wild and free, the oppressive evil of the night entirely lifted in the sunshine of spring. Not that the monsters of the dark did not have a beauty that was terrible, but now she can move unhindered and fancy free.
She dances in the clearing, bright eyes amused as she teases the pollen and dust mites that dance in a particularly strong sunbeam. Then to meat, to sustenance, and onwards towards evening. Evening meets her like an old lover, the moon rising to gently embrace her silver figure with it’s softer and more ethereal light.
It is only when the moon meets its peak that she settles even a little, pawing as she is at a rabbit’s cotton tail left over from her hunting. And just as she settles, he appears.
“Gypsy,” he almost summons, demands of her her attention, even more after he calls her out.
“Ghoulish Gul.” It is a return of his greeting, though it was hardly one of those at all.
“I trust you have not yet fallen short and are need of my fangs for your doom, yes?”
Perhaps it is unwise to taunt a male of his size and caliber, but then she had never feared anything enough to change who she was for another’s benefit. Shameless, beautiful, sensual in both build and mind.
“The evening is too alive to allow such a needless death, come join me in the moonlight. Mother Moon can worship us together....” She lets her face turn up so that a moonbeam hits her full on.
“God and Goddess of the wood for just a moment.”
