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She is not sure why she has remained, even after the gathering of the mortals reveals itself to not the presence of a power, or a trinket, but a coupling’s session, contrived by some fool and his equally foolish woman – or so Beloved thought of it all, anyway. Standing where she had quietly meandered upon the revelation of what the event was, the faintly giggling, tittering demoness watches the ongoing interactions about her.
Regardless, the wicked one was a creature of fate, having vast faith in all things to love her, and keep her safe; this also entailed placing her where Beloved was meant to be, and if this child’s dating game was her destiny, so it would be. So, while some might grow anxious as they waited, Beloved was simply herself; a pale beacon of horror and madness, a wraith among the living.
And, apparently, a single lady.
So, when it becomes apparent that all the individuals filtering through the wood have made their way to others, Beloved starts tittering a nervous sort of laughter, and feels vastly offended. How dare they ignore her splendor! She thinks, with narrowed eyes, admiring the paired groups from her distance, her pale pink tongue touching gently her lips in longing, a nickered call cast into the misty allure of the grove.
"Hello?"
[ OOC: Round two mehbeh? ]
Regardless, the wicked one was a creature of fate, having vast faith in all things to love her, and keep her safe; this also entailed placing her where Beloved was meant to be, and if this child’s dating game was her destiny, so it would be. So, while some might grow anxious as they waited, Beloved was simply herself; a pale beacon of horror and madness, a wraith among the living.
And, apparently, a single lady.
So, when it becomes apparent that all the individuals filtering through the wood have made their way to others, Beloved starts tittering a nervous sort of laughter, and feels vastly offended. How dare they ignore her splendor! She thinks, with narrowed eyes, admiring the paired groups from her distance, her pale pink tongue touching gently her lips in longing, a nickered call cast into the misty allure of the grove.
"Hello?"
[ OOC: Round two mehbeh? ]
you've lost your demon.
@Bartholomeo
Feel free to attack her with physical or magical violence at your own risk. ;D
