blood of bloods
The former Elysium wolf walked through the north, she was indeed far away from home. Imperia had never been someone who was attached to a place or group. Even if they shared her blood, she just didn't feel empathy for others that weren't herself. Since she came to this world all she had gotten had been coldness, hate and indifference from the rest. And thus she grew up to be heartless, and hateful and the only things that satisfied her were killing, revenge and lust. She saw others as disposable, peasants and tools. And only the premise of punishing others made her move a muscle to help others.
She walked with eyes adorned in a cold and vicious expression.
She stalked her prey with silent paws, effectively becoming a pale ghost in the forest. Silently, not even the plants dare give her away, she moves ahead of her prey. The demon loved hunting here, it did not take much to soften your steps on the ground and there were plenty of places to duck out of eyesight before being ready to strike. They never expect an attack out of the darkness, they are not used to being preyed upon. Lurid manages to get ahead of her prey, watching as the woman walks toward her. Looking over the woman, Lurid knew it would be a challenge to get her teeth on her, but the dire demon knew she would ultimately have her meal. The spiked collar at her throat would also present a troubling dilemma, but no matter. Then Lurid saw the look on her face, cold and vicious, and stayed her fangs.
From the shadows, the pale devil seemed to apparate. Her gold, silver, and quartz fur almost reflect the moonlight, appearing nearly metallic, and godly. Holographic eyes seem to flash white in the light from the moon as they land on the multicolored purple and pink of would-be prey. She says nothing, for the moment, then issues a greeting.