blood of bloods

She stalked her prey with silent paws, effectively becoming a pale ghost in the forest. Silently, not even the plants dare give her away, she moves ahead of her prey. The demon loved hunting here, it did not take much to soften your steps on the ground and there were plenty of places to duck out of eyesight before being ready to strike. They never expect an attack out of the darkness, they are not used to being preyed upon. Lurid manages to get ahead of her prey, watching as the woman walks toward her. Looking over the woman, Lurid knew it would be a challenge to get her teeth on her, but the dire demon knew she would ultimately have her meal. The spiked collar at her throat would also present a troubling dilemma, but no matter. Then Lurid saw the look on her face, cold and vicious, and stayed her fangs.

From the shadows, the pale devil seemed to apparate. Her gold, silver, and quartz fur almost reflect the moonlight, appearing nearly metallic, and godly. Holographic eyes seem to flash white in the light from the moon as they land on the multicolored purple and pink of would-be prey. She says nothing, for the moment,  then issues a greeting. "Good evening." She says in dual vocals, sounding every bit like a goddess that came to Boreas. The dire devil stood tall, carried herself with pride, and hid her darker intentions for the moment behind a mask of a somewhat friendly expression. If all went well, the woman would never have to know she was nearly a meal for the Blodreina of Mirovis. If things went south, she could still find herself in real trouble.