Narrowed violet gaze, shall fix their keen oppression against her astonishing profile; assertive, devouring as the luciferian woman pace slowed, inhaling and registering the perfume of the other in the back of her mind before her teacup paws came to a stop in front of her -- information assessed in her brain, yet there was a burning glance of forbidden attraction. "The hunger for power will leave you starving." placid was her voice, bewitching as her soft laugher emerges, the expressions of the other realization of her position inflicting it, devilishly intoned by a divine hiss of angellic sensuality. Slowly, she breathes unto her the forbidden confessions. "I can be your main course, making sure you do not starve" heavenly apathy laced with sensual words, the sezuality emerging from her pores, her testosterones were calling to the other; she savours her fragrance in a fervent hymm of carnal pretence just as obsidian eyebrows, elegantly crafted upon her beautiful visage, rose in question at her comment; busy, elongated tail coyly risen in a manner so subtle, so catty, eloquent; "Bitchy yet infinitely alluring." she murmured above a whisper, if the other heard her, so be it. Audits, elegantly perking on top of her crown, taking in her name, "Leera." tasting it on her tongue, just like a fne wine, getting better with age. "I come from a long line of Gods and though my blood might be as red as yours genetics play a important role in the survival of the fittest. You talk about wit and brains but if you do not have what it takes your brain will rot along with your body" dark and calculated sonnates escaped her jaws, exotic in their foreign allure as they dances across the air towards the other woman. She was something else entirely, but was power hungry all she was. "Nephthys Ma'at Ithuriel. Charmed, I am sure." her thighs rose, sashaying their carnal allure a few steos away; sweeping forth to slowly relinquish her voluptous frame, away from thine magenta gaze. "I will prove I am genetically better." Mischeviously, she casts a cold, fervid glance above the slender curve of her lithe, cloying shoulderblade. "Come along now, jewel." her breath made exquisite, eyelashes unfurling ever decadently in their beautiful maddness, acting like a ebon gaze to protect the goddess.
