Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach
Kefka
During her explorations, Lurid often went places that would be too dangerous for Kichi to follow, this was one of those days. She had left him with Ilyn watching over him and as she moved eastward, Lurid knew he would be safe. There was so much to learn about this new land, and she felt as though it took her years to simply discover the northern territories. She didn't mind, but now she moved toward the east, wondering what lay on this side of the continent. Skirting the foot of the mountain, Lurid would look up every so often, watching birds dip up into the clouds at the mountain top. Smiling to herself, the wicked woman found her way up to the entrance of a cave that she had discovered the day before. Not knowing what was in there, she waited until the morning to come and take a look.
White paws carried her toward the crypt, though she had no knowledge that it was in fact dead storage. She could smell mildew from old wrappings and the dry scent of bone was heavy in the air, but the dead wouldn't give up the secret of their species. Pressing further in, the scent of wolf began to grow in her nostrils and her head tilted with curiosity. There was another wolf here somewhere, and if they were brave enough to adventure through the tunnels and catacombs of the crypt, then Lurid definitely wanted to meet them. Of course, she knew what kind of creature stalked about in crypts, and she grew even more curious at the thought of finally bumping into another monster. The moonlit goddess moved with all the confidence of a slowly drifting continent through the darkened tunnels and even into the vaults. Something about the cave system, the bones and skulls lining the walls, and the fact that getting lost would be painfully easy, made Lurid remember her home. She missed the caves of Mirovis, the security, the populace of her old pack. Her tyrant of a father would have loved this place and would have sought to claim it, Lurid found she quite liked the place as well.
Further and further she moved, making sure to leave her scent on the paths she moved down, rubbing her thick coat along the primal faces of an ancient species to leave a solid trail that wouldn't fade. She would not be another pile of wolven bone laying in some tunnel, she knew how to navigate cave systems, knew how to find her way to the outside again. All the while, the scent of a lone male grew stronger and stronger. While she had been preoccupied with Kichi, it was her heat season. Lurid wasn't about to have pups of her own blood and flesh just yet, she would wait until her empire was born. Lurid followed the blood-scented trail as she wandered through and studied the bones of the crypt like a tourist on vacation, looking over every detail she could discern in the darkness. The light had long faded from the outside, but there was barely enough to make out shapes in the dark, she knew she could still be seen with her lightly colored pelt. With enough time, her eyes would adjust, progress would be slow in the meantime, however. Was that wolf even still here?
Company in the crypts had not been expected, and Lurid found something of a grin on her face at the prospect that the stranger was wounded. She wasn't opposed to opportunity when it struck, and she was known to hunt and eat her own kind from time to time. Kichi kept her diet mostly tame, but she had grown up in a place where cannibalism was normal. Usually, she reserved the degradation for the bodies of her enemies or hard times, but...cravings were what they were. It still wasn't wise to hunt in the open, but...this wasn't out in the open. As she moved further into the darkness, the scent of blood-laced male grew stronger, teasing her senses and her body. She could barely make him out in the darkness, but the brightness of his own body helped her. In the darkness, her eyes were more lavender than white, but they retained their holographic nature as they flashed over his frame. Slightly shorter than herself, but he carried himself well, even with whatever injury obviously plagued him. Where it was located could not be discerned from her position, which was still a good length away as he stood at one end of the tunnel and she stood at the other.
Lurid had never known fear and was not one who would run and hide like a rabbit. Instead, her impressive yet feminine frame would move forward, her paws silent as always, not even a whisper of an approach. It would be easy to mistake her for a spirit, her ghostly form seeming almost liquid in her motions as she carried herself proudly down the dark passage. When she was a respectful distance away, curiosity clearly on her ethereal features as she watched him. His coat appealed to her, and now that she was closer, she could see more of him. Sculpted, good-looking, and definitely eye-catching even in the oppressive darkness, the demoness would look him over and then speak.
Responses came smoothly from the male, ones that she hadn't expected. Predator? She hadn't had any predators since she was a pup, and then she only had to watch out for her father. Had she shown any weakness she would have been taken from this realm and left to be sorted with the other lost souls looking to come back to the mortal plane. Predator, predator... The word circled in her calculative mind, bringing a rather odd-looking, half-grin, and partly a flashing of pearly teeth. While she reclined, curling her tail elegantly about her paws - ever the epitome of grace and regal air - her dual-toned vocals echoed off the bones of the tunnel walls, their long empty eye sockets all seeming to watch this dance of monsters. With a small laugh, the dark woman responded as he approached,
It wasn't often that Lurid found herself attracted to anyone, so focused on her own goals that she barely wanted to take her eyes off her goal. This one...something felt dangerous and it thrilled her. His next remark could have been a veiled threat, but she would welcome him to try whatever he liked. He was in no condition to fight her, and the predator in her knew as much. Something in the way he grinned at her brought goosebumps along her skin and made her pupils dilate further in the darkened space, making the holographic lavender of her eyes only slivers of color around them. Again, dual vocals rose in response,
With an alluring gait, the woman said to follow her without words, if he dared to. The labyrinth of her mind was already fast at work, deciding what to do with such a specimen. A plan formulated, and a secret smile formed on her face as she looked to see if he did trail along behind her. Her strides would easily put a fair distance between them, perhaps even enough that she might fade from sight entirely, her steps inaudible as she went. Only a devilish peel of soft laughter would be heard, in that haunting dual-toned timbre, echoing hauntingly up and down the crypt halls.
Sarcasm on any other tongue in her direction would have been met with a fierce reminder of why she should be treated with respect, but the male seemed unable to help his tone, and Lurid would give him a pass. Instead, a slightly menacing smile was given to him, showing the male she was entertained, but dangerous.
Acutely aware of his proximity to her, Lurid could swear she felt his breath on the crystalline hairs of her rump. Then came his admission, so easily the Joker showed his hand, and the ghost felt another wicked grin spread gossamer lips to reveal deadly pearly whites.
Laughter bubbled up in her dual-toned voice, echoing once more in macabre fashion off the faces of the dead that lined the halls of the crypt. His response to her was a good one, entertaining at the very least, and very telling. The tight leash of pain held the man back, it could be seen in the tension around his eyes, the stiff way he moved. "Sounds as though you would be bereft if I left, just faded from existence." She hinted that she had in fact picked up the tone of disappointment at his own thoughts. "You may find leaving fun..." It would indeed be entertaining, while she had moved further into the catacombs, Lurid had made sure to keep track of her twists and turns as she made a mental map for her way out. Would the male have done the same? Lurid hoped he was lost, that he had neglected to keep his focus on the rights and lefts of the crypt and the deadly goddess's movements. He would have to depend on her to get out. If he had become lost, Lurid would wager he wouldn't be one to openly admit such things. Her gait slowed only when they reached the large cairn in the midst of the catacombs, the spacious room even giving enough light so that they could better see one another. Lurid let her crystalline coat shimmer in the light of the full moon, knowing full well what effect her dazzling coat could have. If Kefka had followed her here, she would turn to face him fully, positively radiant in her splendor. Holographic lavender gaze studied the male, taking in the rugged handsomeness that made his sculpted face. His colors were extraordinary, though Lurid was becoming more accustomed to these bright Borean creatures. He was a few inches shorter than her, but then, not many wolves could boast her size or even taller. What dazzled her most was the inky abyss of his eyes. The darkness of his gaze was a stark contrast to the shifting lavender rainbow of her own gaze, and it took her aback for a moment. "Mmm...you are a handsome one, I will give you that." Her double vocals were smooth, but powerful, exuding confidence. She would move closer to him, the scent of his blood nearly bringing the cannibal within her to the surface. He made her hungry in several ways, and the demoness wondered if he would let her help him clean up a bit. Just a tiny taste of him, that was all she needed and she could be gone like the ghost she truly was. | ![]() |
It was with a smile that the demonic goddess led him into the wider, subterranean mausoleum; fully aware of what kind of pain the masked jester was in to follow her. It was something of a signature of hers when dealing with particularly annoying enemies. To think of the pink man's injury now made her smile, she would wager that every step he took pained him, burned in such horrible ways that they could be mistaken for pleasure. Lurid had only ever let herself get close to the edge once, and only once. It was a vow she made with herself to wait until she had her pack settled and her empire up and going. There was a change coming, though, Lurid could feel it in her bones, and the thought gave her chills. Those ivory brindle ears had accidentally turned the dark stranger out, but the nearing footfalls reached them as he reached out.
Lurid eyed the stranger just before he made his bold move to touch her before she ever announced her intentions with him. If he thought her to be another simple Jezebelle to simply stand for any wolf, he was about to meet a fate far worse than death. Her white and lavender holographic gaze locked onto the abysmal black jet of his own, a snarl forming on her delicate and painfully beautiful face. Just as his lips graced the crystalline tips of her fur, Lurid snapped her head around like a flash of white lightning and spun her bodice to follow. Moon touched lips curled in her displeasure, revealing deadly sharp and well cared for canines that had no doubt killed more wolves than he had. A deep, guttural, duo-toned growl that was hellish to behold emanated from within her chest, reverberating in the cavernous room. Her teeth clacked just shy of the painted man's face, a warning, a threat, a deadly promise.
The moonshine empress did not want to harm a potential follower, so she made her point clear. Planting her tempting haunches firmly on the ground beneath her, she sheathed her fangs and returned her glistening hackles to their relaxed position slowly. Making sure to clear her throat as she regained her composure. Acting as though he hadn't just attempted to mount her like she was a common brothel worker, Lurid looked at the man with a softer gaze.