The Succubus, a being that had existed for so long, her life had lasted so much longer than many could even guess, in truth she herself hardly remembered her origins.<br/>It had merely seemed that whenever someone tried to use the powers of the dark gem that she was instinctively drawn to it, and every time it was used, every time she had felt the power of it passing from its gentle lustered surface and into herself from her current master she had felt as if a part of her longed to let its power fill her.<br/><br/>For she always felt such sensations when its energy ebbed and flowed within her, something raw and primal and though she knew not why, it felt familial somehow, as if this simple looking black diamond was meant for her somehow.<br/><br/>Even now as the little bit of its power that her lord had given her streamed its way through her limbs, she had felt  a wholeness that she could not explain.<br/><br/><br/>But right now as she stood within the confines of the throne room as she heard the city watch bustling about there insignificant lives as they sought to fulfill Xerons orders she found herself oddly weakened, no that wasn't right, she felt as if the form she wore at the moment was too tight, as if it was constricting her.<br/><br/>Every so often she would have to bite her lips to keep her wings from quivering with unease even as her tail coiled tightly about her calf.<br/><br/><br/>"Damit, pay attention you fool"  she cursed herself as she heard her Lord giving orders to her to find the minister in preparation for the wedding.<br/><br/>Flicking her wings to her back she effects the effortless and long instinctive pose of seductive dignity that she had used so often and walked before her lord before kneeling down swiftly upon one knee and keeping her eyes upon the fine cracks in the stone floor so that she didn't need to meet his gaze and says..<br/><br/>"As you desire my master"<br/><br/>Before flicking a casual glance at the young dragoness that rested beside Xeron as she rose and departed from the chamber.<br/><br/>She was glad to be able to leave his presence for that unease was growing stronger and in annoyance she takes out her feelings upon anyone that she came across wiht a series of swift blows to get them moving about their tasks as she went down a side corridor that led to an abandoned par of the queens wing even as she roughly grasped the arm of a page and swung him hard against  the wall as she said<br/><br/><br/>"you, boy, our lord has need of the minister, fetch him to the throne room or i shall have your hide for a bag"<br/><br/>Releasing him she watched the little whelp dash along the corridor and smelt the scent of his fear upon the air, good, he would complete the task....Xeron had been right about one thing, fear was a tool like any other and the skill to infect people with it was something that should always be practiced.<br/><br/><br/>Finally alone in the dark corridor she turned to push upon the tarnished metal plate around the rotted handle of a door and stepping through found herself.....not in a dusty dank room as she had expected but in a forest of old and massive trees.<br/><br/><br/>She didn't have time to realize that this might not be real as she felt something warm blow across her back and turning found herself standing before a massive gleaming slitted eye whose eris shrank as it focused upon her before with a sickening lurch it moved away and she saw that she was standing before the great and massive golden head of a feral dragon that was laid upon the ground.<br/><br/>She dared not move, as it watched her before its jaws opened and words tumbled out from it in and in an oddly pitying feamle voice it said, " how low you have fallen" before with  a snap of its jaws it lunged at her.<br/><br/><br/>She flinched and drew back with her arms up to defend herself but the blow never came, there was no crunch of teeth upon flesh and bone and opening ehr eyes she found herself on her knees in the musty room that she had meant to enter and her skin felt clammy and slick with sweat as she rose.<br/><br/>She could scene no trace of enchantment and she was sure the there was no one nearby so no one had cast an illusion upon her and yet she could still feel the hot breath of that golden scaled dragon upon her flesh as if it was still before her, the sensation lessened as she strode form the room.