Re: Phyrra (maikochan)
Phyrra was sitting on her throne, her skin barely covered by the finest abyssal silks, the crimson flames lighting her throne room caused the jewelry on her body to sparkle with a sinister light. She smiled at the demon, kneeling in the center of the large chamber, he was one of her generals bringing reports from the front line, but he could wait. Phyrra gently raised a bejeweled foot towards the woman kneeling at her feet, letting the slave lick her. With a slight nod, Phyrra commanded her general to speak. The invasion of the human world was ahead of schedule, only a few pockets of resistance held out, mostly commanded by the hated fey. With a smile that showed only teeth, Phyrra looked down to her favorite slave. She could be of use in crushing the fey armies, afterall, she was one of them. Phyrra slid a finger under the slave's chin, lifting her face to look at Phyrra's. "So? Want to help crush your kin... Tam-lin?" The queen of hell asked.
Phyrra awoke with a start, shivering from the cold sweat she found herself in. Sliding nude out from under the covers, Phyrra stood and stretched. She had been having the same dream, or variations of it for as long as she could remember, most commonly after feeding. Going through her morning routine automatically, Phyrra hadn't quite noticed the unnatural stillness in the morning air, her mind still occupied by her dream, or rather, nightmare. She had had the opportunity to become the demon queen, her family was one of the most powerful in hell and she herself was widly considered a paragon of cunning and ruthlessness. It was just a ruse however, the only way Phyrra could survive in the treacherous world of the demons. Having slipped on a soft, silk robe, Phyrra opened a window to let the sounds and smells of the forest enter her home. Yes, this world was far better than that of her dreams.
The lack of bird calls however, disrupted Phyrra's contemplations. Sighing, she donned her plain, brown cloak, hiding her wings underneith it and prepared to leave. Phyrra considered what could be causing the disruption, loggers, poachers, drunk Badarians looking for something to distroy. Stepping barefoot onto the soft grass outside of her house, Phyrra felt the power of the forest enter her, making her every fibre tingle. This was life, Phyrra thought, pure and untainted, a model for the demoness to follow.
With a relaxed pace, Phyrra set out to find the cause of the disruption to her beloved world, but when the sound of a woman screaming broke the unnatural stillness, she began to hurry. The humans that were causing the disruption in the forest had likly captured a woman and, from Phyrra's experiance, were likly going to try to rape her. While she was sure that the woman she had seduced the night before in order to feed was safely back in the town, Phyrra was still concerned. She wasn't about to let those who defiled nature, turn their deprivations on an unwilling woman. Feeling the natural energies of the forest filling her, Phyrra followed the scream, moving quickly through her familiar woods.