#lustyevelynn

[lustyevelynn]

@bird-of-shurima

Evelynns lips curled to a devilish grin as she looked upon the artefact in her hands, what it did she would never know, neither did she truely care, what was important to her was the being the artefact belonged to, Azir the emperor of the sands. Evelynn had decided a veil would be a good idea in this task, the sands of the desert are one thing she did not want to get in her eye.

Evelynn traveled for a while now until she had come to a small cave, a place where the hot desert sun could not reach, however she still wanted the artefact to be visible, the demoness placed it perfectly against the ground so that it could still reflect a glimmer of the sun. Pleased with her plan she let out a soft chuckle fading into the darkness

“Now for the prey to take the bait”

[sweatered-mermaid]

Hello Nami, you seem happy.

Nami turned and gave a gentle nod to the newcommer.

“ Greetings, miss Evelynn. Is there a reason why I should not be happy? Today is a wonderful day and I feel like the festive atmosphere is contagious. By the bye, I thought you avoided crowds? ”

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--- ❝ Alright, alright- I’ve seen pretty weird and slutty girls in my life but YOU take this to another level. Do you want me to getcha some clothes ? You look like ya need some. ❞ ---

The sharpshooter chuckled LOUDLY. Gods, just what was this kind of woman? She knew that she did not wear much clothes herself but she also knew there was nothing much to hide. Plus running around with such heavy weapons was easier with less weight to deal with on her clothes !

She had heard about some fantasy stories from some men about a supposed demon lurking around, perhaps it was this one? Certainly had the aspect of one but also had the aspect of some weirdo. 

                                                                                                                                          HAH!

Another giggle followed her thought process. It was truly surprising to find a woman of the likes of her standing on a dark alley on such a chaotic place as Zaun.

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[viperanoxia]

The eyes, the body? You truely are a interesting sight to behold I could almost say wondrous, I do ever want to learn more about you.

“Oh, darling, you have excellent taste. Thank you for appreciating something truly exquisite; not enough do. I suppose I could indulge your curiosity…but now then, is there anything in it for me?”

[prevarictor]

( Evelynn | @lustyevelynn )

“ And what are you supposed to be? “

[godshadowed]

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"Do I need one? Perhaps not. Would it help? Possibly."

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Evelynn looked towards the yordle with slight confusion, trying to figure out what had happened to him. She placed a knife-like finger to her lips and spoke out with her soft and charming tone. Her alluring yellow eyes looking down towards him. “I rarely see one of your kind, even more so one that looks like you”

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This was not the end…that is what the Lunari had in mind as the woman suddenly faded away. Diana stood her ground, looking every side and corner. For her honesty, she was weary to be fighting against a demonic entity such as Evelynn.

Demonic. Seductive and Mischievous.

Faith was not always kind to her, late she was to realize that the Demoness lunged at her from behind. She dodge it yes but the tendrils lash her back instead of digging in. Groaning in pain, sneering at the Succubus.

Empowering her blade, she struck it to the ground. The Insignia began to carve the ground, the same insignia on her forehead. It shook the earth as she pulled Evelynn in, returning the strike.

Eveylnn let out a pained cry, yet at the same time one of pleasure, she had hit Diana but she herself had also taken a hit, now being this close to Diana she seeked to grasp hold of her wrists tightly, her knife like fingers trying to sink into the flesh below. Evelynn had locked her crimson eyes onto Dianas, her lips twisting to form a sick grin, the lashers pointing their dangerous tips towards her.