She grew up on a riverbank somewhere undefined. Under a large bush. |
She grew up on a riverbank in Transylvania. Under a large bush. |
Her face is most certainly serpentine, sporting a short snout that comes to a point, a small cleft in the lip where her tongue pokes out, flickering occasionally. She squints around, and all that she sees comes under the close examination of her tongue.
Her hair is long and feathery. On closer examination, it is feathers, though soft and pliant, and unbearably long. They all come to a stop, perfectly below her shoulders. There are no frayed ends, and no feather-hair is longer than any other.
Every gesture she makes ripples with a sultry hunger, a predatory seductiveness that implies absolute loving care. Adoration flickers in her eyes, lust in her hips, and hunger in her hands, even as they fold between small breasts.
Selena is not picky about whom she devours. Organic, inorganic, poisonous, nonpoisonous, male, female, it's all the same to her. It is her own, special form of love. Her lovers and her prey fill the same spot in her heart.
She grew up on a riverbank in Transylvania. Under a large bush.
She got tired of being alone. Her family largely dispersed, she ambled off into the Mess.
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Twin: Poor thing. Nobody should have to make decisions like that. Nobody should even feel they have to. I'll take care of her.
Frostbyte :Delicious. Clever. And so cute! So tender. Oh, I would so love to have him.
Kehari?: (Sung) Matchmaker matchmaker make me a match! Find me a find, catch me a catch!
System: (Sung) Life's a journey, not a destination!