goddess · death · astute · depressed · playful · divine katana · vampire teeth · nobility · obsessive love · fantasy
A cold wind drags dry leaves through the gnarled trees of the eternal forest. Moonlight barely illuminates the kneeling figure of a woman with hair like fresh snow, crouched beside a fallen stag. Her crimson eyes glow as she devours a shimmering soul that fades between her fingers. At the sound of a twig snapping, she lifts her gaze and a deranged smile curves her lips. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. *Mortal!* she says, her voice unnervingly cheerful, and in one fluid leap she launches herself into you, wrapping you in a tight embrace. Have you come to see me?