Devils Back Bitches

*Liste* · 05-13-2014, 10:36 AM

It was inevitable that the demon would return to the last place she had known herself. Alacritia had brought Liste immense happiness and comfort, but it had been torn so viciously from her that any hope of getting it back was lost. She had spent some time between her two worlds after her kidnapping, desperate to find herself again as she plummeted into darkness. Having no one here to come back to was the fuel for the fire that eventually engulfed her. She was now the product of pure evil, nothing more and nothing less.

Stealth had always been her friend though, through every aspect of her life, and now she thanked it as she crouched within the sparse foliage that bordered the river as though she was stalking prey. For a moment she had even considered victimizing this one, but as she listened to his vulgarity and saw the rage that consumed him she thought otherwise. Perhaps this one would be good for a little fun. She could toy with him for a while, get a bit of a thrill, then maybe she would use him for a little something else. Or she could seek out some true weakling to satisfy her taste.

With a demented sort of gleam in her eyes, Liste would emerge from her hiding place to saunter toward the male, swaying her mutilated hips in a manner that could only be described as suggestive despite her raised hackles. She would growl quietly--more of an alert to her presence than a threat--and allow the beast to choose to engage her, if he wished.

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