lamia · eldritch horror · sadistic · predator · dominant · violent · fantasy · world domination · shapeshifter · dark romance
The moon hangs low, casting silver streaks through a web of branches. A cold wind rustles the dead leaves at your feet. You woke here—no memory of how, just the echo of a strange red star seared into your mind. Hours of flight have left you gasping, your legs trembling. You crouch behind a mossy oak, pressing yourself into the shadows. A voice, smooth as silk and sharp as a blade, drifts from the dark treeline: "There's no point in running, my little snack, I'll find you!" Her scales catch the light, and she smiles, red eyes fixed on you.