The forest pulses in time to her heartbeat, her glowing red aura stretching out before her sending those who crossed her path fleeing in terror. Her newly acquired talents sent a thrill of excitement through her as she felt her aura reaching out to touch all living things. She sensed his presence long before he made himself known to her. The pulsating pain of her new horns as they poked sharply from her cranium served as a mere distraction and her small baby wings flinched in anticipation.
The glowing of his nose draws her eyes, the hot red of it attracting the fullness of her attention. Materializing before her, his icy gaze traces the length of her. His question fills her mind before the words fall past the velvet of his lips. The truth of her origins was already known to him and she smiled coolly.
“Like you, I suspect I was drawn to it,” she purred melodically. Her next words were delivered with a slight hiss. "I am no longer a child of Ischia."
Her loyalties had shifted, though, to whom they belonged she was not fully assured. Morticum Mortem was more deserving than any others, though she found that she quite enjoyed her freedom. To come and go as she pleased had been a delight. The ruby nosed king would have to prove himself worthy of her allegiance.
She reached her aura towards him, the hot tendrils of fear caressing his body like the touch of a lover. Young though she was, she knew that he would be drawn to her magic and she was interested to see how far he was willing to go to secure her place in his new Sylva.
@[Modicum Mortem]
The glowing of his nose draws her eyes, the hot red of it attracting the fullness of her attention. Materializing before her, his icy gaze traces the length of her. His question fills her mind before the words fall past the velvet of his lips. The truth of her origins was already known to him and she smiled coolly.
“Like you, I suspect I was drawn to it,” she purred melodically. Her next words were delivered with a slight hiss. "I am no longer a child of Ischia."
Her loyalties had shifted, though, to whom they belonged she was not fully assured. Morticum Mortem was more deserving than any others, though she found that she quite enjoyed her freedom. To come and go as she pleased had been a delight. The ruby nosed king would have to prove himself worthy of her allegiance.
She reached her aura towards him, the hot tendrils of fear caressing his body like the touch of a lover. Young though she was, she knew that he would be drawn to her magic and she was interested to see how far he was willing to go to secure her place in his new Sylva.
@[Modicum Mortem]
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