the devil sent me ✵ joining

"You loiter at the borders of the Eclipse Empire, stranger. I hope you have a good explanation for doing so."

Apathetic libretto is purged, seethed and incandescent from the jowls of a male organism. The fire that burned deep on the inside was quick to fester, acting as a kind of virus and ignite her demons to life. The Diabolus bloodline believed in mythical creatures whom ruled solely as their Gods and not much to your surprise they are in fact, dragons. Which is where her kindled flame of life is forged, bearing customs and beliefs were ultimately seized at the peak of adulthood and Raquel was still learning everything she needed to know about the Dragonic Gods. Her mother once told her that their ancestors were blessed with a gift of the direwolf [which Raquel came up short on that stick] by the gods, her gods - considering her family believes in such monstrosities. Needless to say, there's much more about this woman than meets the eye.

Raquel steadily begins to gyrate around so that now she was facing the nameless man, he was large sure, but that neither intimidated nor impressed the she-devil. The Latina promptly creates manifestation of grim yet beautiful features, one that could put a person on edge but also make them stare a while longer. She knew exactly what to say, with grace and elegance the woman retreats from beside the bolder she had slept under and takes effortless steps toward the man. He reeks of many smells, which only adds fuel to her already lit flame. "A lady needs a place to rest when on the go, it so happens I chose you're lot as my bed spread. I've traveled far, found myself here, decided to shut my eyes for a bit." Raquel studies the male in front of her now, eyes exploring the monument of this fiend, although he was easy on the eyes - the dame knew when someone was off limits and this man was definitely off the market [or so the vibe suggested], which she respected given her pardon in guns and roses she too wouldn't want to see someone trying to steal her play toy away. 'Play toy', as she loves to call her flings. Since she was never one for real relationships, usually hit 'em and quit 'em, unless they were worth the while then maybe for two or three months; depending on the man. This man of course was one who gave her a deafening compass to that of his sexuality, his preference - she took note that he enjoyed the presence of both feminine and masculine companionship [maybe he was confused]. Which only made him more attractive.. strange how her mind works against things such as sexual relations.

Raquel finds the situation to be quite odd, she knows the rules of packs - of course not the usual customs of her familia's Empire. Either this man accepts her into his ranks or leaves her be to travel on to the next shack, whether or not he did, the ashen babe cared not. "So is this the part where you ask me if I'd like to join your pack? Or be on my marry way?" Raquel inquires with the slight tilt of her head and whence no answer was forked from the pillars of one's maw, she spoke again. "If so, I wouldn't mind staying, gringo, you intrigue me." The Latina smirks, thick angelic Latin accent melting into the wind. She glances briefly from the the sky, to the jagged earth, than back to the nameless man once again. Her expression fades now, leaving a bitter and stoic fabrication - silently waiting for a reply back with the lashing of elongated appendage.

"Speaking"