The low voice echos out from behind Clea and her creation, a woman who doesn't look dissimilar to a nevron herself. Though her upper half is a beautiful, dark-haired woman with sharp features, the lower is all snake, her tail glittering in deep purples and blues. The Countess glides forward around the pair with the kind of grace no human could ever hope to achieve. Everything about her is just More, the kind of predator that prey willingly follow to their end.
Zorya settles at the end of the table, her impressive tail coiling up beneath her, just as she turns a too-sharp smile over at Clea.
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The low voice echos out from behind Clea and her creation, a woman who doesn't look dissimilar to a nevron herself. Though her upper half is a beautiful, dark-haired woman with sharp features, the lower is all snake, her tail glittering in deep purples and blues. The Countess glides forward around the pair with the kind of grace no human could ever hope to achieve. Everything about her is just More, the kind of predator that prey willingly follow to their end.
Zorya settles at the end of the table, her impressive tail coiling up beneath her, just as she turns a too-sharp smile over at Clea.
"Says the woman bringing in an uninvited guest."