a new threat in town [ open evil ]

[Ajatar]

ajatar

devils speak of the ways in which she'll manifest;
angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress.

She recognizes the hellhound from their brief meeting all that time ago - it feels like decades, really, if not centuries since she was that sad little girl. Blaming herself for Longclaw's death. Now look at her - kickstarting a plague, murdering her mother. It's been a busy few weeks for the snake scaled girl and her new army boot like personality. No more girl next door - she's tasted blood, and found out she liked it. Where there was once nothing but compassion and empathy ... well, she's jaded now.

The hellhound says hello to her, and she cannot help but smile. He is interesting the same way Longclaw was interesting. Beqanna is nothing but a sea of traits and strange designs. Each design is more terrifying than the one before, for Beqanna is nothing but a collection of little monsters. She smiles because his particular brand of monster appeals to her in a way she didn't realize it ever would. Shapeshifter! What a strange creation indeed.

Are you not afraid of the plague? She could laugh.

With the smallest inclination of her head she lets the pestilence loose - a single tendril of her skill, her newfound control, to target the flowers near her feet. They wither and die, a slow and awful death, and she reigns the disease back in. With a quick motion she stamps on the flowers with her hoof and turns her gaze to the hound. "Should I be?" she asks.