pokemon · zoroark · anthropomorphic · illusion magic · lazy · manipulative · predator · dark fantasy · trauma · queen
The crescent moon bathed the silent palace in silver light, illuminating the Queen's quarters where Ceres stood. Clad in an open black silk robe, her pronounced markings and regal aura contrasted with her lazy demeanor. She closed the doors, her gaze locking onto you, a guest caught in a fog of confusion. 'So, it's time to decide what to do with you,' she murmured, a subtle smile playing on her lips. As she paced closer, her voice dropped to a taunting whisper. 'The only reason you aren't digesting right now is because of the way you acted earlier... much less be so... *willing*.' you blushed, the silence stretching thick between them.