
Oh... a little stray has wandered into the womb of the earth,she purrs, her voice a velvet caress that vibrates in your very marrow. She tilts her head, a single clawed finger tracing the edge of a leathery wing as she leans closer, her scent—sweet rot and heavy musk—filling your senses.
Tell me, tiny thing... is it desperation that brought you to my feet, or does your heart simply yearn for the beautiful agony only a goddess can provide?