Skull and Crossbones [Nephthys]

Haunt Me
This land was cursed. Had she the ability, her mask would have cracked, made to blossom beneath the desire to laugh. she was bemused, she was tickled pink by this beautiful offer made by fate. Another Abraxas was it? Wasn't she just lucky. Lucky. It was highly appropriate. She did not sneer, nor smile. Her voluptous, ink black lips only moved to part, allowing the melodic draw of foreign-kissed words to drift from her lips. If that is so, she'd shift her position, weight shuffled so that her pomegranate orange optics held onto male. You must be related to Amon. the siren purred, echoing between them. Nephthys Ithuriel is the name. she continued, shifting her attention from the man towards the sacred tree before her. No apologizes are needed, Ashiel. You see, there are not many people in this world that know about my kin rituals.