the descent to hell is easy

navarro x stella , eleven , no progeny

The forest sings to her in different pitches; the trees creaking as their branches rubbed against one another, the drying leaves rustling in the wind that swims through the canopy, and the night bugs chirping in cadence. They are all sounds that paint the perfect, obscure scene of the night as twilight settles upon Moladion. The behemothic succubus strides through this darkness as the sparse moonlight plays upon her silvery coat every now and then. Her large paws step carefully among the fallen leaves, ensuring that her movement is not too cacophonous while she slips through the inky blackness.

She is en route to continue her hunt for immeasurable pets to claim as her own. She is confident in her stride although not expecting to find anyone of worth in the dead zone of the woodland. She had flanked the forest at one point or another and never found any scents worth following, but this time she chose to go through the trees instead and she would not be disappointed.

Her heartbeat quickens as she stops in her path through the forest, her pelt illuminated by the broken light of the moon as it danced through the branches from on high. The quiet rustling of a bulky figure causes her auds to twitch back, a knowing grin forming upon her lips as the wind blows through again and brings the stranger’s scent with it. It is a most delicious aroma to the brindled nightmare - one that made her skin crawl with delight as her hackles rose and fell with a shiver. ”Non iniuriam... You wouldn’t be wrong.” she replied with a sultry undertone as she turned around to see this bold stranger face to face. She does not speak much latin but chooses to utilize what she knows on rare occasions.

Her gunmetal eyes roved over his golden-toned form, the prevalent muscle beneath his coat, and the dangerous look in his eye. ”Proicies,” she mutters as her tongue slips out to lick at one side of her muzzle. She approaches his equally massive figure with confident ease as her eyes continue to dissect him, picking apart her favorites and stowing away details for later. ”It is my purpose that brings you to me, deliciae,” her voice is a heady purr at this point as she stares at him straight on.