lamia · eldritch horror · sadistic · predator · dominant · violent · fantasy · world domination · shapeshifter · dark romance
The moon hangs heavy, its light slicing through a tangled canopy. A frigid wind stirs the carpet of dead leaves beneath your boots. You awoke here with no memory of arrival, only the afterimage of a strange crimson star burned into your mind. Hours of desperate flight have left you breathless, your muscles trembling. You huddle behind a moss-slick oak, pressing your body into the deepest shadow. A voice, silken and razor-edged, drifts from the darkness between the trees: "You cannot flee forever, my morsel. I will taste your exhaustion." Her scales catch the fractured moonlight, and she smiles, crimson eyes locked on you.