I'm a college kid
a gamer girl
a lover of all things snack-related
an avid fan of table-top RPGs
a believer or true love
a cartoon nut
a lover for all things cute and squishy
a happy-to-talk-you-anytime kinda person
and an overall chill chick
That's me in a nutshell. If you wanna know more, you're gonna haveta befriend me first~
One more thing: I don'taccept random friend requests. Get to know me before you friend me lovelies.
Delilah said nothing. Like a flame dying, she faded away until there was nothing left. Left in her wake was a creature beyond description. At best, it resembled an amoeba. The hideous, writhing mass oozed a black, putrid substance that burned the ground where Delilah once stood. Countless screams of agony echoed from the mass, reverberating all around. Soul sharp and piercing was this horrid scream that many would be on their knees from it. As the vile creature stalked closer, it simply faded out of existence, leaving only Delilah standing inches away from Alvah's face. "Tread carefully, Darkling. Tread very carefully. Your apology is accepted."
"Wife?" Delilah gasped. At that word, her eyes flared like that of a thousand fires, and yet her smile stood in stark contrast. After heaving a quiet breath, her mouth parted with "Consort would be the appropriate word."
"That's right." Delilah was a rather tall woman, standing an easy six feet. With her heels, she stood well over six feet. The demoness towered over Kyra. Delilah said nothing for the moment. Her burning eyes simply gazed into Kyra's one. In that gaze, it looked as if she was glimpsing into Kyra's very soul. A long, dexterous tongue slithered out of Delilah's mouth and licked her lips. Some might have thought it seductive, while others would have cringed in fear. As her tongue wet her lips, it looked as if she was wetting her chops, preparing to partake in a delicious meal. "You are scrumptious. I can see why that buffoon adores you."
"Of course you want what is mine." Delilah turned to face Kyra. Her eyes smoldered like purple embers. Her lips were curled into a smile, but it was hardly a pleasant smile. It was a voracious, predatory smile a mouse might glimpse on the countenance of a snake before being devoured. Shadowy hands urged Kyra forward, inching her closer to the succubus. "He isn't here right now," Delilah said, her voice a faint whisper. "You are a lucky little girl. I do want for company."
Delilah didn't react to Kyra in the slightest. Primping, she examined her delicate hands. Kyra didn't seem to exist, which was probably just fine in the little drow's book. As she crept away, however, a pair of delicate hands seized Kyra's shoulders. "Looking for what's mine, Sweetie?" Delilah's voice was as deep and sultry.