Astarael
herald of death
Beqanna had grown still. Painful silence reached out from the farthest depths of the shadowed places. She longed for new faces to present themselves – to stave off her gnawing boredom. Lurking along the stretching borders of the field she searched for the tingling scents of any nearby warm body. Just beyond the bend she stepped out, revealing her true terror for all to see. Sensing eyes upon her she continued onward, undeterred by the curiosity of others. She was a sight to behold. Red glowing fingers of light danced around her ankles, ready to attach themselves to any weak minded creature reckless enough to seek out her attention.
Darling, you have no idea what's possible...
@[Bellantine]