Messing With Two Hot Devils

The winter time has passed in its somber majesty; having brought them skies of richly marbled greys and trees so elegant in their bare beauty. Those cold days for calmness and reflection are waning and far behind them as a new energy rises. On this spring day, the Golden Goddess sees the flowers that are to colour her world for the warmer days to come, waving in the breeze like a smile born of the cosmos - happiness in brilliant shades and yet she couldnot wave the worry in the back of her mind regarding Hannibal; time passed and she did not hear a word from her mate. In her worry, and in search for prey for her spawns, she lets her eyes flow from tree to tree, noticing the buds ready to open into the light, to be as green flags in the ever-warming wind. It did not take long for a familiar scent to drift her way; inhaling, perfume playing with her senses, dulcet as the first bud of roses with a tint of something even sweeter. Locust. sultry, vampiric tones escaped her full, succulent lips as she lessened her pace. Her limb no longer ached from the youngling sharp incisors however she remains neutral upon their first encounter. Come out now, love. she calls for her, her scent potent within the air yet the breeze carried it away in too many places for her to recognize the source and therefore, delicate teacups come to a halt not far from the Crypt entrance.