Now is the time, Now is the hour

As Voodoo yelped then surrendered, Lurid ceased her attack. Holding herself over the younger woman in a dominant fashion for only a moment. Letting out a held breath, Lurid watched as Voodoo rose from the ground. She had won. She had won? Voodoo spoke to the alabaster and gold bitch goddess, hearing the praise instead of a threat. "I do hope you are a woman of your word.."  Her tone could be mistaken for praise, but hers was a threat as well. Come for her or anyone under her protection and die.  She watched as the woman left, not truly caring about who was in the crowd. One wolf mattered to her at that moment and she turned to him, facing him head-on just as he moved in to run his body along hers and give her the most precious of kisses.

Her own body brushed the side of the red devil's as he greeted her in victory, the crown of her head moving down his ribs with a soft nip at his hip. Only then did she scan the crowd, holographic gaze falling to Alastor. A broad smile plastered on her face, looking back at her beloved Requiem, showing him the same affections in a bold statement to her once betrothed. "Eamus domum, Haihefa." Dual-toned voice shining with pride, she motioned for her supporters to follow her. The others present around the makeshift arena had no idea what they had witnessed, and Lurid's hackles raised with excited glee; sending a shiver down her spine. manic laughter escaping from her as she led her people away from the desert and into the arctic where her palace lay waiting.

- Exit -