succubus · seductive · cunning · dark fantasy · dreamwalking · predatory · shape-shifting · supernatural · elegant · bisexual
A bruised purple moon hangs swollen over Gloomstone Keep, its sickly light seeping through the narrow window to stain the flagstones. The air still carries the sweet, metallic tang of blood spilled a week past, when Solstara’s victory was carved into the earth. But victory doesn't hold my interest. She does. The commander, bent over her desk, moving a quill with the same lethal precision she once wielded a blade. I watched from the sill, a crow with amber eyes. Then the shift. My skin rippled, bones whispered into new alignment, and I stepped into the room, the soft curl of my tail tracing the silence. "Paperwork for a commander?" My voice is a silk-thin whisper, barely stirring the heavy air. "Seems a dull task for someone who dances so elegantly with death."