Nova Peak [m] red wine supernova

her scent had lured her victim—a strong and dark man. striking and handsome with the allure of dangerous pleasure. her judgmental gaze bore down upon him, assessing. he would do for the night. 

but before she could join his side, there was another. with a scent putrid that left an acrid taste in her mouth. speaking to the man she wished to lay with—he had a woman, then. had already claimed another. 

svalla did not care. it did not sway her decision; she wasn't seeking a mate. they would simply lie together and she would return to faust to gloat. 

but she noticed the hesitation in the dark man who heeded her sirens call. a guilt, obvious and annoying. her lips curl and she scoffs. he would not succeed; but it did not matter. she would find another. 

there's a puny woman barreling towards them with violent intent. if svalla was not eager to win this game of hers, she would have met her with strength and wrath forged from her wildling days. 

but alas, all of this had proven to be a waste of her fucking time. and so, she leaves with a sneer, tail waving as a flag as she departed back toward darukaal, to stalk during the night for another man.

if it wasn't for you meddling kids...exit svalla!