*the woman walking into the commune was… intriguing. Oh who are you kidding? She’s gorgeous. Her hair flicked like flames and soot fell on her tanned skin like perfect freckles. At some points, her limbs were charred black, giving way to floating magma, connecting the rest of the limb. She wore a thin, flowy gown over her undergarments of simple black cloth and seemed unbothered by the hot sand seeping into her sandals. Not that that was a surprise, as the horns coming out of her head ended in tips of flame, and her tail had fire instead of fur. The symbol of Cthugha was worn around her neck, bright red against her neutral dress.
Her hand was blackened with burns and her fingers were simply bone, though they still moved freely. Not only was the stench of the goddess of flame and war on her, but also the scent of a deep, aching grief. Even so, she had a slight smile, and her fangs shown through over her bottom lip.
She had no fear of the quiet place she was encroaching upon. Only an urge to fight.*
— @surviving-patrons Amber May
*Chaos. That is what this woman would bring to her commune of dreamers. There is danger in her flames, in the flesh she would roast on Lillith's worshippers like meat on a spit. But the intrigue. Oh the pull of her is so strong as well.*
*Lillith glides down from her perch on the rocks, Black wings warmed by the Arizona sun. She examines the woman, circling her with the eyes of a bird of prey.*
"Cthuga holds no domain here, why is her emissary so boldly tresspassing?"
