clouds rolling in

Illusion's laughter spilled forth, dark and lilting, mocking the very earth beneath them. Her eyes gleamed with anticipation as she watched the rage twist his features into something feral, something barely controlled. Shame. “Did you know,” She purred, the sinister curl of her lips deepening as she let him savor the fantasy of her downfall with the sway of her hips. “Desire something too much and it will make a fool of you.” But she hardly had much experience with that fact.

Her senses sharpened, drinking in the sight of him—every coiled muscle, every flicker of madness in his eyes. He was a force of nature, one she was more than willing to dance with. Let him come; let him think he’s in control. She was enthralled by that notion. She wanted to continue pushing him, see how far he would, could go.

As Styrmir lunged, she let him taste the… illusion of victory, feigning a slight stumble to bait him further. But at the last second, she twisted with a dancer’s grace, slipping just out of his reach. His claws grazed her fur, and she relished the electric charge that crackled through the air as their bodies nearly collided. Gods. Her taunting laugh echoed around them, a sound dripping with venomous mirth. “So eager to make me admit defeat, yet so clumsy~” She sneered, her voice like poisoned, too-sweet honey.

She pivoted on swift paws, every movement designed to tease and provoke, her tail lashing with wicked glee behind her. “You’ll have to do better than that, brute.” Her voice dipped low, sultry and dripping with false surrender. The words spilt out from her inky lips without a care, all she wanted was to force him to the edge of himself. The challenge in her gaze was sharp enough to cut, daring him to prove her wrong. She could feel the pressure mounting in him, that need to dominate, to claim victory. Good. She wanted him reckless, wild, desperate enough to expose every weakness of himself. Then she lunged, jaws snapping for his throat.

Her heart hammered with exhilaration, not fear, as she prepared to meet him head-on. Let him try. The game was far from over, and if he thought he’d be the one to revel in triumph, he was in for a rude awakening.


"Illusion Nightwing"