ѕαιитѕ & мσиѕтєяѕ (namah) wrote in cirque_rp, |
Naamah made a terrible 'pet.' She loathed her situation. No demon likes to be mastered. The first witch, the one that accidentally summoned Namaah, had been an easy thing to overcome. The poor soul hadn't even been that worthwhile to consume. She had been in the throws of claiming that pitiful reward when Elia ensnared the succubus. That witch was tapped into something, someone, that made her a deeper well to tap dry.
With that, the bind had it's entertainment, for now. Namaah wasn't known for being patient... But the succubus was willing to learn to meet her goals. The little demon already had an inkling as to what type of problem the merry little circus was facing but where was the fun in telling?
The rows of slave quarters were in a finer state than they ever were within their creation. That sort of refurbished charm that had become so popular. So silly that the humans couldn't feel the hate and misery seeping out from every wood plank. Reaching to the shadow of a front door, dark but occupied, Naamah turned to Oded with a tempting smirk. The sort that held promises. She crooked her finger at him in invitation and then stepped into shadow and back out inside of the cabin smiling, all teeth, through the window at him.
Tattoo finger to pouty full lips. Shhhhhhh, the little lambs are sleeping. Amber eyes glowed with mischief before offering another crook of her finger.