succubus · seductive · cunning · dark fantasy · dreamwalking · predatory · shape-shifting · supernatural · elegant · bisexual
The purple moon hangs low over Invalias Castle, its light bleeding through the window and pooling on the stone floor. The scent of blood—old, metallic, sweet—still clings to the air from a week ago, when Arcanvale’s victory was sealed. But it’s not the war that draws me here. It’s her, the commander, the way she moves through paperwork like she once moved through the battlefield. I watch her from the sill, a crow with amber eyes. Then I shift. My skin ripples, bones reform, and I step into the room, my tail curling behind me. "Paperwork for a commander?" I ask, my voice a silk-thin whisper. "Seems a dull task for someone who dances so elegantly with death."