always. there’s something deliciously thrilling about having death lurking just within reach. though… ( * she pouted. ) you’re awfully docile. someone must have trained you rather well. what a disappointment. sigh.
oh? and yet, you haven’t so much as bared those fangs at me. perhaps you ought to give me a glimpse of that insatiable hunger you speak of. ( * with long, deliberate strides, she maneuvers around him, pincers rising ever so slightly, poised to strike at the slightest .c.
such beauty you possess, @hatredmagus. i wonder how you taste, and whether i’ll truly need to sway you before claiming you for myself.
“ yes. one for pleasure, another for consumption, and one to sit on. mmm… though, i can be gentle if you’re offering yourself up willingly. ”
exactly. so you do possess some semblance of listening comprehension. but as i’ve already stated, you’re the one far from home. though, i hardly expect you to grasp my insults. very few ever do. ( * claws sweep across the flesh of her lips, a hum escaping her. )
never heard anyone refer to themselves as a natural disaster. so, no. but have i ever backed down from those who could wipe me out if they so desired? of course not. i lack both morals and fear. a bayou boy with no master? my, my—you’ve strayed so, soooo far from home.
seems you care more than you’d like to admit. though, i never intended to grace you with my name. devil? mm, i rather like the sound of that. ( * her pincers rattle behind her. ) but tell me, if i’m the devil, wouldn’t that make you my slave?
come now, darling. do you honestly think i care? you’re nobody to me. at best, another morsel to expand my rib cage and elevate my standing among demonkind. though, i must admit, there are no men quite like you in my world. how… intriguing.



















