A Deal With The Devil

What was it about this lava flow that she found so enticing? Perhaps it was simply because it was a source of warmth while she traversed the northern territories, an easy place to take a break. Her leg was getting better, the days flew by, and she was finally able to put her full weight on the limb. Her walk didn't seem diminished by the injury, and she felt the strength returning to it, soon she would be in fighting shape. That was a few weeks off still, however. For now, she needed to exercise the limb and ensure it gained back what it had lost during her season-long recovery. She came across her favorite perch, a large and smooth rock in the middle of the river of fire. It was easy to jump over for her, though her right forelimb sent warnings through her in the form of a sharp painful protest as she landed. A dual-toned grunt of pain escaped her, but she muscled through it and reclined in her spot. The day had been too bright for her eyes, but it was dusk now, and thus easier to deal with. Looking around and admiring her surroundings, the demonic queen found her eyes catching on something. Lurid could see a dark figure in the distance, seeming to head her way, and so prepared herself for company. It had been a busy few weeks for her with meeting others.