Isk tightened around her abdomen and the devil cooed elegantly to nothing in particular. The demon burning in her loins seemed to have returned, seemed to be forever thirsty. No liquid could douse the eternal fire. Pleasurable simper would drawl over obsidian lips as the onyx cobra wound towards her back legs, descending her bodice much like a poll. "Such a tease you demon," she hissed, the harpy turning on her black pads towards the darkened forestry. "No one is out to play today!" She whined, the harpy pursing her lips and planting her body against the topography.

The venomous creature would turn to face her, his melanistic eyes blaring at her in wicked understanding. How perfect that she had found him and he had been able to please her, for it was truly the devil and her consort. Two demons. Two hell spawn. Two ravenous creatures. Cackle would slip from her elegant lips and the petite figure of the dame would send for a paw, pulling her creature nearest her, "I want to bring the world to their knees you know," He knew everything about her, knew her worst intentions. Her wishes to have the world before her as a partner something of a need more than the wanton lust it initially became. "I know Brinsssshana," he reviled as the angle of his lips curved into a diabolical sneer.

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The thick brambles were no challenge for the lithe woman, who was incredibly petite and found it easy to shuffle through the thick vegetation, weaving around and under and above the bushes as they popped up in her way. She didn't know where she was going, but Ainslie didn't much care, for she had no home, and slept in a new place every night, constantly traveling and searching for some semblance of understanding. She had an inkling that Anthrax was probably following - or at least tracking - her, but the oddity of their meeting and her coming to terms with who he had been in her previous life left her needing some sort of independence and a distance from him at least until it all made more sense to her. But she allowed him to do what he would, and continued on her own way, her tail flagged from her hips to maintain her balance as she trounced through the woods, her ears lilted to catch the noises of the forest and suddenly hearing a voice reverberate within the tympanum of her skull. Ainslie slid to a halt, looking around as she tried to find the source of the noise, and then spotting a female wolf sitting in a clearing with a snake coiled around her abdomen. The hybrid blinked slowly and padded a few steps closer, her expression somewhat concerned as she tried to determine if the wolf was in any danger from the predator or if she wanted him to be there. "speech"

Brinshana was a bit, broken, per say, both mentally, and while she loved to be broken physically, there was a part of her permanently chipped off and unavailable for return. A permanent hiatus. That, was any sliver of self control she had ever possessed. The morsel was gone. The snake before her would have its tongue dance from its lips and the best would raise his sneer, lowering his posture back flat against the Earth as it moved to wind around her foreleg. "Brina ssssssing a happy ssssssong. You have company," pleasurable indeed, wasn't it? Her head would crane politely to the side and the lithe creature would stand, pivoting with the wait of the serpentine creature on her limb. Her dual colored eyes searching the forests she would beckon the female forth, "Well, if I do have the pleasure, yet again," Her salmon tongue would dance across her inky jowls as she stood in the small opening, eyes darting to and fro wishing for the woman to come forth, she was not one to play games for hours on end, and she wanted to get theirs in sessions.

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