charlie
Charlie doesn’t just stare—she beams, caught somewhere between a delighted gasp and an irreverent squeal. Her flames dance lower now, crackling around her shoulders like a shawl, as if even the fire knows something important has happened. A birth. A resurrection. A reunion.
"Oh, you are gorgeous," Charlie breathes, utterly charmed by the sight of the figure sprawling to life before her. As the last curls of obsidian flake off and the cavern settles, the sticky floor beneath them pulses softly, echoing the rhythm of a heart that hasn’t beat in ages. The priestess crouches down with feline grace, her red gown pooling like blood around her boots, her tail flicking behind her in interest.
"And yes, that was me," she says with a proud little toss of her curls, firelight catching the glint of her ruby horns. "You looked like you were having a really intense nap. Thought I’d warm things up a bit."
As the other woman stretches and sits upright, Charlie lets her blue gaze rove, not shy in the slightest. "You’ve been down here a long time, huh?" With a sudden bounce, Charlie rises again, holding out her hand toward the horned stranger. "I’m Charlie. Priestess of Dygra." A dazzling smile curls on her lips. "And you, sweet sleeping beauty? What should I call you?"
"Oh, you are gorgeous," Charlie breathes, utterly charmed by the sight of the figure sprawling to life before her. As the last curls of obsidian flake off and the cavern settles, the sticky floor beneath them pulses softly, echoing the rhythm of a heart that hasn’t beat in ages. The priestess crouches down with feline grace, her red gown pooling like blood around her boots, her tail flicking behind her in interest.
"And yes, that was me," she says with a proud little toss of her curls, firelight catching the glint of her ruby horns. "You looked like you were having a really intense nap. Thought I’d warm things up a bit."
As the other woman stretches and sits upright, Charlie lets her blue gaze rove, not shy in the slightest. "You’ve been down here a long time, huh?" With a sudden bounce, Charlie rises again, holding out her hand toward the horned stranger. "I’m Charlie. Priestess of Dygra." A dazzling smile curls on her lips. "And you, sweet sleeping beauty? What should I call you?"
they say i did something bad
then why'd it feel so good?
then why'd it feel so good?
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
