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She had always loved the river of lava, it was given the moniker Hell's River she had discovered. A fitting name, considering it now housed the future queen of demons. Today saw the woman hungry, though she wasn't quite sure what for. Moving away from the warmth of the exposed lava flow, Zeivah sneezes irritably and trots off into the late afternoon. Her stomach clenches with hunger, and for a brief moment, she wonders where her brother and king had gone. He was supposed to hunt for them, wasn't he? The demoness moved silently, the flat stones of the area making such a feat possible. Her dual colored hackles rose along her spine and the strange tones of Zeivah's voice rumbled forth on a guttural growl. Of course, Marek would leave her to fend for herself while he searched for their family, or whatever it was he was doing.

Soon enough, red eyes become wide with disbelief as the chimeric woman slowed her pace. Blinking hard, she looked the spectre over and tilted her head in a highly confused manner. A rather splendidly dressed stranger flopped to the ground as if he were dead already. Upon nearing the immaculate male, Zeivah did her best to smile, not quite getting the gesture. "If you are dead...can I eat you?" She said, with her silent footfalls it would seem as if she had come from no where, possibly startling the poor stranger. Her dual voice sounded as though she were joking and serious at the same time, though she was mostly serious her voice made it seem as if she were being funny about it. The demonic woman tried to smile again and though the gesture was pretty enough, something about it just seemed...off.

"Talk." Walk. Think.