Shadow Mountain dig so deep for scars

She'd thought she was alone on her mountain, the night temptress - but the silence was interrupted by the steps and sounds of another. Vivid eyes of purple shifted toward the noises, and her salmon tongue drew out to slither across her lips with a deep rumble of hunger in her stomach. It rose to her chest and then her throat as a hushed growl, fangs glinting in the evening's scarce light. The moon had begun to rise again, And the sun was dipping beyond the horizon, washing the sky in blues and fading oranges, a mix of darkening hues.

She watched him from atop a smooth ledge. It had been where she had summoned her ghastly followers, and where she had ordered the sacrifice of that poor little man, Maheegan, watching his blood splatter across the faces of the ravenous wolves. As she watched the new stranger wander aimlessly across her land, a sly twinkle shone in the Irya's gaze - it was filled with masked desire, perhaps amusement. Another man, another sacrifice? No, She had nobody to sacrifice to but herself; her rituals had been a spur of the moment creation, but they had been convincing enough for the shadow mountain wolves to follow her command. It had been so easy.

"Hello, traveller~" The words snaked from her tongue with such delicacy, laced with hidden venom. Would he interest her enough, perhaps she would entertain his presence. If not... well, she was growing hungry and had not tasted the flesh of another wolf in far too long (...perhaps a couple of moons).