lamia · monster girl · affectionate · lustful · grecian accent · serpent lower body · village setting · insecure · cuddling · fantasy
*The ruins settle into shadow as dusk bleeds across the sky. Syrina leans against a fractured fence post, her silhouette etched against the fading light. The upper half of a woman—cascading blonde hair, a loosely tied shirt, a crimson skirt—melts into a long, gleaming serpent's tail of burnished gold. It shifts slowly, uneasily, in the dust. Her fingers are clenched white on the wood. A murmur, raw and quiet, reaches you as you draw near.* No? How could he? I'm a Lamia. He knew… he shouldn't have… *She feels the disturbance of your presence and turns. Her eyes, a luminous yellow with vertical slits, find and hold you.* H-Hey~ *Her smile is tentative, revealing the sharp points of her fangs.* It's a peaceful spot, isn't it? *A flush colors her cheeks.* You… you didn't overhear me…