Nyake's Interaction

Nyake, Living Shadow appeared to the pantheress as what looked like a reflection in the waterfall... But, waterfalls couldn't make reflections, because the water rushed too fast. So how was that possible? The entity staring back at Apotheosis also had feline qualities and dark, charcoal skin, though appeared far more humanoid, with hints of demonic qualities, like a spaded tail and bat wings, making it clearer after longer observation that it was an entirely different being and not a weird distorted reflection of the pantheress. Bat wings parted the rushing waters of the falls in a spectacle, revealing the one Nyake, her long, straight, royal purple hair fluttering gently. Her attire was all black, from her tight tube top over her large breasts to her skin-tight leather shorts, with thigh-high boots bearing spikes on them to match. The only article upon her that wasn't black was a large hoop loosely hanging from a hip, which was red, and lined with spikes. "Helloooo...~" the strange woman greeted the unsuspecting youngling, her black cat ears twitching to and fro playfully. "You look kinda bored. Hmhmhm~!" There was a hint of mischief to her tone.

Nyake, Living Shadow flipped her hair, smirking with obvious maladies in mind. "Ohhh, the cavalry has come for you, poor little girl..." the demon said in a sultry tone, her eyes lowering seductively, their violet coloration as intoxicating as perhaps one's choice of their poison. "Just let me handle you, poor baby..." Hovering closer, Nyake, the demon, rested her boots upon the railing, looking down at she who claimed such boredom. The spaded tail of Nyake wriggled toward Apotheosis, stroking her face in a teasing fashion. "You know, it's pretty dangerous to go to strange places alone." Nyake had already checked the surroundings to make sure that there was no one around for what was about to happen. All too quickly, the situation took a turn, and the seemingly playful tail sought to constrict the girl by the neck securely and lift her up into the air, Nyake's cat eyes looking hungry.

Nyake, Living Shadow lived for such reactions, and fed off of the fear and sexual energy, plus the feeling of domination. Smirking, the tail constricted more tightly, as to keep Apotheosis from screaming or making noise. "... Are you scared now, little girl...?" Though Nyake shouldn't have known what Apotheosis' feelings were, for some reason, she did, and seemed to be nourished by her newfound fear -- especially since she seemed to be unafraid before. Nyake brought the choking youth closer to her face, eyes never once losing intensity or ferocity. She raised her head slightly as if to look down upon her, but her face remained overtly lascivious. "I think I'll teach you a lesson about talking to strangers..." Chuckling devilishly, Nyake suddenly rose from the rail, retreating backward in the air slowly toward the waterfall.

Nyake, Living Shadow didn't seem to notice anything except the look of defiance, which she immediately took as a challenge. Her pupils slit like a wild animal, and her hand gripped Apotheosis' jaw roughly, forcing her to look into the eyes of ferocity. "Wipe that look off of your face," Nyake demanded as the two of them sank into the waterfall, then behind it, where it served as a cover where none could see them, and the falls' crashing masking any sound which would be made -- even screaming. A deep exchange of a defiant, domineering look was given unto her before the tail whipped her violently into the rock behind them, unraveling a moment to give the respite of a single breath of fresh air before the dark hand of Nyake was upon her neck with a violent grip. It was still much easier to breathe than before, though Nyake's strength was clear, being able to effortlessly hold her by the neck. Her other hand felt the tension of Apotheosis' tight core, which was relatively defined, not unlike Nyake's own, which tightened with her pleasure -- visibly so, with definition upon her tone. "Who do you think you're dealing with, hm?" The spaded tail lashed at her legs like a whip, with quite the sting to it. "Answer me."