The luciferian woman weight were amassed above her lean, long limbs. Braided tail whipping amongst toned hindquarters; annoyance, so potent, so firm, it was the bridge between them, burning alive. She was entitled to her opinion ergo the Egyptian Goddess choose silence as her weapon. Her physique reforming above bronzed legs as her crown, were faintly dipped, listening; audits carefully registering her vocals. Words forming meaning. Her braided tail was aligned by the long, gracefully smooth arc of a spinal curve; shadowed by blades of rolling shoulder tendons -- which boiled, and frothed, in domes of bulging muscle as she made her way further, traveling along side her companion towards the south. "One may belive so however, we have been trapped in these mortal bodies as a curse." her jaws salivated, arcing, allowing dulcet exotic syllables to leave their heavenly grace; her pretty maw was bowed selfishly and fearlessly, above her breastbone, a smirk finding its way to paint her ebon coluptous lips. "They guide us towards out destiny. Some were born to rule. Some where born to serve. They will give My rightfull place or I will come take it from their cold grasp." and her fangs were all too eager -- rejoicing in the anticipation of the flesh, of the carmine liquid she so clearly imagined. "There are moments when, what ever the position of the body, the soul is on its knees. That will never happen to me." the dulcet syllables continues, marked by a heavy dark undertone. Foreign, alluring yet grotesque. She came to a abrupt halt, all of a sudden, crown turning towards the other woman, Leera; her arctic gaze seizes her, furiously, then. Their gold violet, with their og gravitational pull devouring her body with the shameless indulgence of a lethal lover; high on cocaine and arrogance. "What do you know about ruling an empire, Leera?" slim brow would arch gracefully, raising a question in her aristocratic flair. Her name, the taste of it, it was like fine whiskey, burning down her throat, forcing it ablaze at a mere mention. She decided right then that she liked it, she hated it, she wanted more of it on her lips.
