07-23-2018, 10:22 AM
Astarael
herald of death
It is amusing to her how so many creatures seemed so concerned by the concept of recruitment. Although queen, she was not interested in quantity so much as quality. The stallion is easily impressed and her tail flickered thoughtfully. Holding her leathered wings close to her side, she hid the swelling of her belly easily enough. Modicum's seed had taken root and the child within her had grown. Soon, she would need to return to Sylva to see him delivered.
Do you believe yourself worthy, Bellatine? she asked with a wicked smile playing across her lips. Her aura continued to dance upon the curves of him, coaxing out his strongest terrors. I mau be its queen, but I am merely a servant of the darkness.
Darling, you have no idea what's possible...
@[Bellatine]