haunted

The demon slithered through the mucky terrain with ease. Pink and blue eyes scanned the region as he made his way through. It wasn’t long before that curious gaze fell upon another. The male slowed as he took in the sight of the yearling. The seemingly pregnant yearling. Incubus parted his jaws, allowing her scent to land on his tongue, tasting her. The scent was one that had a small twinge of familiarity but nothing that he could pin point and she definitely didn’t look like anyone he knew either.

After a few moments of silent stalking he decided he was too interested to turn away. Incubus was always known to let his curiosity get the better of him. With a small trot he aimed to catch up before she got in what seemed to be a den, “You look as though you are hatching up a scheme.” A slimy grin slipped across two toned lips as he let forth a tiny chuckle. “Would you happen to desire a partner in crime?” The male wasn’t so bold as to enter her den without permission but as he peaked inside he saw she was already diligently at work. Skulls and the braiding of vines. Incubus was thoroughly intrigued, perhaps this was for the devilish familiars?