Wild Berry Meadow Join [m]y cult and be my lover for the day, b*tch

No, the gods are never mistaken. 

He emerged - a dark wraith by night, rusted with stale blood. Injured though he was, his scent had changed - no longer did the weakness of his insipid pet taint the musk of his natural scent. Indigos cut through the night, sending a thrill down her spine. 

"Darkling," she breathes in maddened tones of adoration and disbelief. 

She approached slowly, mismatched orbs sliding over him with the same inching pace - anticipation brewing deliciously in her gut. 

She had desired the soulless since their first encounter - barred only by his irrational attachment to the pink-eyed fool.

"Always." 

The admission slips free in a whisper between them, fire-brushed snout dipping beneath his own as her tongue darts out to lick his chin in submission. 

Pixie's auds lower to her skull, plume tucking to her stomach in complete thrall as her gaze promises the release she can feel that Nikan so craves.