Shadow Mountain dig so deep for scars

It was a deliciously memorable expression on the warlock's face that filled the night temptress' vision, those glistening eyes of alluring violet, the gaze intense enough to leave cold corpses in their wake. She watched as he swallowed the beading blood from her nape, savouring the taste of the life that coursed through her veins - and oh, he enjoyed it. Her lips curved up in a sickening smirk, pleased at the effect of her spell; indeed, she had him in a trance.

His announcement was abrupt, after the smooth silence only heartbeats before, and a midnight brow quirked up, venom dancing in the ribbons of purple that billowed through her orbs. "Oh?" A honeyed voice swept from her lips, continuing to watch him intently. "Then tell me." She whispered, lowering herself into a nonchalant sit, swift tail curling around her paws.

Dark deeds she had gotten herself tied into, but who could resist such a sibylline proposal?