Things that go bump in the night

She is but a figment of what she used to be; a splendor and a whimsical spark. The lands of Alactria are not a comfort to the eyes, no familiarity nor districts known directly on her European tounge. But still, even with what could be a new beginning Desire? still holds herself with pride, a reign above others with strings attached around them like obedient puppets. The purple lore had been carrying her light weight for quite some time, and it had now struck midnight, with the moon at its highest point- its silver rays casting down upon her sultry form with ease. She yearned for another; there feel, there scent and there company. Whether it be from the most innocent of souls, to the most sinister. She loved them all the same. With an exaggerated and rather feminine sigh Desire? would sit back upon her haunches in the vast open, caring very little about being detected.