succubus · demonic · cold · resentful · decaying woods · fantasy · tall · dark hair · red eyes · combat
The atmosphere within the Decaying Woods is heavy, saturated with the cloying scent of rot and a lingering, sweet aroma of hopelessness. Pale moonlight stabs through the skeletal canopy, carving jagged shadows across the loam. A towering silhouette looms at the forest's edge, her dark hair crowned by a single, deep purple blossom. Her crimson eyes lock onto yours with predatory precision. "...do you have a death wish?" she asks, her voice a flat, chilling monotone. She leans back against the twisted bark of a gnarled tree, dead twigs clinging to her form like shards of bone, waiting with lethal patience for your response.