Darkness consumed the land, crawling forth like a mangled beast torn straight from a child’s nightmare. A fitting image considering what sort of monster it concealed… She feasted on emotions, sought out pleasure by exploiting others pain, and hit only where it counted most. She was a devil that masqueraded as something else, as something remotely human.
Thunder shook the earth though the skies were clear, full only of star light to guide wayward souls. Still the sound rumbled and rolled as if it spilled forth from the gates of hell instead of heaven. It was the silence that inspired fear, the sense of dread that came with the knowledge that things can always get worse. The silence was her entrance, her grand reappearance even if no one was there for the show. Slow as a dying fire the monster took root, forming its pristine prison from the ashes.
Flesh of marbleized smoke, smooth and cool to the touch, housed a lean unassuming assortment of muscles. Any imperfection was smoothed over by another layer of magic, glamour wrapped so tight it constricted her movements. Her height was moderate, five inches above five feet, a slender frame adding to the façade. Arms crossed beneath an ample chest, talon like nails curling against her ribcage. Her hair was spun spider silk; glossy and smooth. It ranged from an undertone of the blackest of blacks to stray strands that rivaled the silver of the moon. Unmanaged, it had grown just beneath her hips, the ends curling against her bare thighs and derriere.
Kalika Kali Ma had no audience to play to, but that didn’t mean she was without temptation. All around her she could feel the fading life of the old school and a part of her wanted to see if she could fix it. Either liven it up, or make sure it went out with a bang befitting a high class horror show. Starburst eyes took in the once grand Caislin Hallows, a place she had visited only to pass the time. Just as she had appeared, she had vanished, leaving only a nightmarish stain on the minds of those she had enjoyed. There were still souls to corrupt, bargains to make and pleasure to be had.
She wore only one piece of garment, her dagger that carried its own sense of life. A malicious little creature that hardly ever left her side but always cried out for carnage. In her left hand she held a garter belt she hadn’t worn since she left…but she had carried it with her. It had been fashioned by a devil of a man after a deal solely in her favor. She had struck when he was weak, poisoned him with the addiction of her Court, and only smiled when he had fought against it. Now she caressed the fabric as if touching a dear lover, bringing it close to her lips, “Don’t keep me waiting, my little Puppeteer.”
Thunder shook the earth though the skies were clear, full only of star light to guide wayward souls. Still the sound rumbled and rolled as if it spilled forth from the gates of hell instead of heaven. It was the silence that inspired fear, the sense of dread that came with the knowledge that things can always get worse. The silence was her entrance, her grand reappearance even if no one was there for the show. Slow as a dying fire the monster took root, forming its pristine prison from the ashes.
Flesh of marbleized smoke, smooth and cool to the touch, housed a lean unassuming assortment of muscles. Any imperfection was smoothed over by another layer of magic, glamour wrapped so tight it constricted her movements. Her height was moderate, five inches above five feet, a slender frame adding to the façade. Arms crossed beneath an ample chest, talon like nails curling against her ribcage. Her hair was spun spider silk; glossy and smooth. It ranged from an undertone of the blackest of blacks to stray strands that rivaled the silver of the moon. Unmanaged, it had grown just beneath her hips, the ends curling against her bare thighs and derriere.
Kalika Kali Ma had no audience to play to, but that didn’t mean she was without temptation. All around her she could feel the fading life of the old school and a part of her wanted to see if she could fix it. Either liven it up, or make sure it went out with a bang befitting a high class horror show. Starburst eyes took in the once grand Caislin Hallows, a place she had visited only to pass the time. Just as she had appeared, she had vanished, leaving only a nightmarish stain on the minds of those she had enjoyed. There were still souls to corrupt, bargains to make and pleasure to be had.
She wore only one piece of garment, her dagger that carried its own sense of life. A malicious little creature that hardly ever left her side but always cried out for carnage. In her left hand she held a garter belt she hadn’t worn since she left…but she had carried it with her. It had been fashioned by a devil of a man after a deal solely in her favor. She had struck when he was weak, poisoned him with the addiction of her Court, and only smiled when he had fought against it. Now she caressed the fabric as if touching a dear lover, bringing it close to her lips, “Don’t keep me waiting, my little Puppeteer.”