Keaira Jormungand
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- Posted: Wed, 09 May 2012 02:02:47 +0000
The demoness traveled quickly and swiftly across the lands. She was after a prize, something she had waited a few hundred years for. Something that was rightfully hers. The mountians had been the largest obsticle, the rest of her journey was mostly flatland. A small village was left behind that she had set on fire. She slaughtered all the villagers once she found out what she had come for was not there.
She had sensed her prize in a dream. She knew exactly where it was. It was like sonar, she could feel the magical signature bounce back every so often. For a while she thought the trail had gone cold, but suddenly she could sense it again. The pure energy radiated, a whiff of something delicious for this demon.
She approached a tavern with a smile on her lips. She didn't need to sense the magic to know what wonders layed within. She approached the door, feeling giddy with excitement. A game was to be played, and the prize was entirely clueless. She put her hand on the doorknob and turned it, pushing it open. Immediately she observed the people in the tavern, seeing one that caught her eye.
The demoness entered the tavern, walking with a sway of her hips. Long, blood red curls bounced down her back. Eyes that matched her hair had her eyes dead ahead at the blonde sitting with the man wearing a gas mask. Interesting company, she thought. With every step she took, her black, six inch stiletto heels clicked on the floor. Skintight black pants clung to her hips with a low waist line. Her mid-drift was visible, revealing a tribal style tattoo in the 'tramp stamp' region of her back was. A corset that laced up the front barely covered the skin on her chest, revealing her skin down the center of her belly and quite a bit of her well endowed cleavage. Crimson ribbon was used to try and keep her top closed. Red lace peaked out of the top of her corset.
Long legs, small waist, she had the perfect sex appeal for any man or woman that might be interested. Of course that was in her nature, but this time she had her eyes on something else. She sat down next to Mya, "Hello, love. What's a pretty thing like you doing around these parts?" She purred with a hint of an accent.
She had sensed her prize in a dream. She knew exactly where it was. It was like sonar, she could feel the magical signature bounce back every so often. For a while she thought the trail had gone cold, but suddenly she could sense it again. The pure energy radiated, a whiff of something delicious for this demon.
She approached a tavern with a smile on her lips. She didn't need to sense the magic to know what wonders layed within. She approached the door, feeling giddy with excitement. A game was to be played, and the prize was entirely clueless. She put her hand on the doorknob and turned it, pushing it open. Immediately she observed the people in the tavern, seeing one that caught her eye.
The demoness entered the tavern, walking with a sway of her hips. Long, blood red curls bounced down her back. Eyes that matched her hair had her eyes dead ahead at the blonde sitting with the man wearing a gas mask. Interesting company, she thought. With every step she took, her black, six inch stiletto heels clicked on the floor. Skintight black pants clung to her hips with a low waist line. Her mid-drift was visible, revealing a tribal style tattoo in the 'tramp stamp' region of her back was. A corset that laced up the front barely covered the skin on her chest, revealing her skin down the center of her belly and quite a bit of her well endowed cleavage. Crimson ribbon was used to try and keep her top closed. Red lace peaked out of the top of her corset.
Long legs, small waist, she had the perfect sex appeal for any man or woman that might be interested. Of course that was in her nature, but this time she had her eyes on something else. She sat down next to Mya, "Hello, love. What's a pretty thing like you doing around these parts?" She purred with a hint of an accent.