Starglow Basin [m] vengeance is hereby mine

He sputtered something about glory which almost made her laugh had her tongue not felt dry as ash. What glory could this foul man have found? There was nothing here.

She began to creep closer. The slightest move of her wrist made the meat of her rail legs flex. The tuck of her belly was more of a deep scooped void. Sockets dark, looking more dead than the dead man who now threatened her

Promise? She cajoled, mirthless.

I don't see it happenin' less you have the urge for it yerself. Her eyes followed his, and when met in mirrored defiance it was all she saw. Indra got closer and while she did not seek to touch him there was an invitation there; a dare, more like. You wanna taste?

Maybe she'd passed that level of desperate that made her a true man-eater, given the way she now looked at him.