The tombs and catacombs always held game. This time was no different. A serpent, finally vanquished [Inspired by the classics of Boris Vallejo]

Fear radiated off her in waves. Tangible, shimmering and fragile. Much like she was. The light from the torch cast an eerie golden glow. It was odd in such a dark place. Such a colour of hope, and yet she was held now in shadows. The man, skin like leather, grasped her jaw, making her look up at him with wide, terrified eyes....

It was in the air, it was in his scent, it was...fear. As delicious as any sweet. As tempting as any sin. How she toyed with him. Playing with him as if he was something to investigate. The whole time, watching him squirm, watching his flesh sheen in sweat, watching how his eyes darted and dashed about. As if there was some escape. But alas...there was none...

In the desert, there is no mercy

In the quiet of the winter morning, the strings sing their song to the world {Dedicated to "Silence"}

The desert is a beautiful place. A place of hidden wonders. Of beauty that overwhelms the senses. The sun, a touch from the gods that warms one's soul.

Her power was infinite. There was no place she couldnt reach. No shadow she couldnt see. [Based on a RPG character in D&D]

They say size is everything, She begs to differ. After all her size has never stopped her. Great things come in small packages after all, diamonds, dynamite and...demons

Lest ye forget your place, behold the he that rules the night