"so where's your pleasure now? it's not so pleasing when you are the one at the end of this misery. oh but it is for me, to sit and watch you bleed. so say your final prayer, but i'll promise you,
god can't show you where to hide

Dark souls were molded to be fit with their hellish counterpart. She had known of Hyperion and Fiera, leaders of Mirovis at one point in time, and their sadistic love for one another. Perhaps there was the smallest sliver within her subconscious that desired such a thing, yet she believed herself incapable of an emotion so pure. Winter seemed to have a deathly possession over her each and every year that it arrived; her emotions were in complete turmoil. The instinctual and physical desire to mate battling head-on with her own concept of herself. The covetous beast despised when she happened upon others so enamored with one another, it truly was a repulsive sight. Yet, the million year old obligation to pass along her bloodline was contradicting these feelings. She was no longer in her most youthful days - though she was certainly not an old hag by any means - and every year that she remains alone during winter's frigid nights, the closer she is creeping to not having the opportunity to bring this notion to life.

A disgruntled growl pervaded the silence around her as she trudged along, the complicated thought process of such things throwing her into a rather foul mood. Not to mention that it was beginning to snow again. Had it not been for the strong scent of blood on the wind, the golden speckled demon would not have been so eager to make the climb up the snow laden crags. Blood was worth battling the elements for because blood meant carnage and carnage meant a meal - or a fight. Either way, she was bound to receive some sort of enjoyment from the situation.

The sound of others voices bounced off of the rocks of the cliffs, their figures small and hardly detectable in the distant, but there were so many of them. Stella was not so young and uneducated though, she understood what the band of strangers were doing. As if finding an imprint was the answer to all of their life's questions - as if it could make anything better. Her massive skull shook in disgust as she turned away to ascend further, the pungent odor of cruor growing ever stronger. It was higher up on the slopes did she notice the silver goliath toying with his kill.. such a waste. It was only in her nature to intrude on his solitude.

"Lucian.. a pleasure to finally meet you. Yet, you are not so.. mm, how do I say it? Intimidating - yes - as I had first envisioned." Her voice was deeper than most females, almost sultry by nature, the threat of danger hanging from every syllable. Oh yes, she knew of Lucian. Who could not have known or heard of the once great king of Mirovis? Besides that fact, she had grown with his children until they all seemed to vanish. The only remaining that she knew of was Zildijan; but even his whereabouts were unknown to the ravine-born girl, not that it mattered too much. "How about you stop playing with your food and share a little, hm? Or I could have you instead.." She mocked, her pale eyes gleaming with wicked delight at her jests.

STELLA
no soul . no heart . of abraxus x kiska