Been Here So Long

And what is the phantom deity without her favored ( and temporary ) haunt? She moves with unadulterated elegance, a beacon of great vigor with a set determination to conquer all obstacles within her path--and it shows within her immaculate and practiced poise. Refined and breathtaking is the pallid and robust exterior, a perfect portrayal of authority with a hint of militaristic diligence; and yet, gleaming beneath a cryptic gaze of mismatched violet and silver is the evident maleficence of her existence--an innate tendency for chaos. She is the epitome of fury--a harbinger of terror to those deemed worthy of her merciless wrath--and unfortunately, she is not lack of a target for assault.



His aroma is repulsive--stagnant within the premises of the cavern she had confined herself to throughout the duration of a relentless search for her lost kin, and she is far too eager to allow for the opportunity to pass. Serpentine is the physique of the wraith as she glides towards the epicenter of his pungent scent, footfalls concealed with care as she attempts to approach his behemoth form soundlessly, and yet she realizes that her own scent is intensified with her heat and that her attempts at obscurity are nearly futile. But she cares so little--her malicious presence is not warranted within the narrow walls of the cave so that she might spread her legs like a common harlot, but so that she might provoke the beast to obtain the vengeance she so sought. "My, how the tables have turned," the paladin drawled thoughtfully as she halted dangerously close to his gargantuan figure, unabashed by the possibility of physical conflict. A smirk tugs at her frayed lips--purposefully wry as she attempts to dig beneath his skin to inject just a hint of poisonous intent within his veins. "Now it is you who is unwelcome within the home of this bitch; did you miss me so?" She knows he will remember her--he will remember how foolish he was to insult her when she had only hoped to save her kin.