her house sinks down to death and her course leads to the shades,
She had heard the slapping footfalls - heavy, hardly graceful and strangely familiar. At first, she remained in her pained position, eyes full of hope and terror as she stared up at where the sound was coming from - and then she was rudely interrupted by the form of none other than Andras. She silenced herself, her brows furrowing together as she shook her head slowly - way to blow her cover, why would anybody be inclined to approach her with him lingering about? She sighed as she rose to be seated, her tail thumping impatiently around her paws as he circled. Half the demons hardly understood tact let alone the art of luring but, well, though she dare not admit it - she'd failed that, too. She'd lured nothing in but he who had marked her flesh with scars plenty enough times during their spars.
"Keep it up and I'll be more than happy to brandish your throat with a scar or two," she cooed, her muzzle reaching forward with a delightful grin before she snapped, her teeth coming together in a metallic snap inches from his throat, "Though I can't promise they won't be a little too deep."
She recoiled back, a brow sliding up expectantly as she giggled girlishly to herself. It was poor timing on his behalf, sure, but it was fun nonetheless - Andras was so... unusual that she could not turn down playing any sort of game with him. Whereas Baphomet was all business and barter, Andras was more... primitive and masculine. Even if he was a massive liability when it came to half-blood mutts, at least he was decent on the eyes and, well, she'd not met another male quite so male as him. It was strange though, and she frowned once more at the realisation - why was she thinking like that about him again? Obviously it'd always been in the back of her mind but something felt like it was literally attempting to pull it out of her. Actually, her entire body felt more inclined to slide closer to Andras to the point where she dug her blunt claws into the dirt and stone, pushing herself further away on the spot. She looked and was positively strained, her teeth clenching down as she met Andras' gaze with a livid rage.
"What have you done, you pig? Tainted my food with wolfsbane? Is that it? You think you can kill me off?" she hissed, full knowing it was irrational but... she was downright irrational and pissed at that point. Her stomach felt like it was flopping and her muscles were twitching beneath her pelt in some kind of anticipation of who-knows-what. She shuffled back finally, baring her teeth at Andras she did so, her voice a course hiss between her teeth. "I feel... sick Andras and it is your fault."
Who was going to tell her otherwise? When it came to dealing with... souls, well, the Demons did not exactly have a handbook on that. Of all the wolves to come to Moladion, it had to be her to catch the soul sickness that infested them all.
all who go to her cannot return and find again the paths of life |
