Uranda (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82849.msg3689491#msg3689491)<br/><br/>The Arch Demoness didn't blink but a raised eyebrow was impossible to repress.<br/>In front of her  The Amulet  (http://www.moonslightmagic.com/images/categories/magical_amulet.jpg) glittered. Did it change form to resolve to what it looked like now or was that just a trick of the light ? The demoness picked it up by the necklace with two delicate fingers. It was a LOT heavier than it looked. Even made of lead or gold couldnt account for its weight. Perhaps it changed form in the hands of one who knew of its secrets. Either way it seemed like one common to the current age, albeit one someone of nobel blood would carry.<br/><br/>This was no ordinary keepsake. A almighty splash perked her attention from the curious thing to the lake. Something had fell in, something substaintial and from a hieght.<br/><br/>Even if it wasnt magical it looked impressive, something one could trade for at least three horses perhaps more. With deft fingers the Demoness pocketed the curiosity, a novelty to study when she had the means.<br/><br/>Whatever fell into the lake emerged at the same time other people seemingly appeared. Uranda worried. Perhaps she was loosing her touch she should have noticed them approaching her, it could be a priests work. Priests could suppress her abilities. If they were priests or priestesses perhaps the amulet was used to track demons down, this could be trouble.<br/><br/>Uranda tried to change form into a pretty woman, something to hide her true form which normally she could do at will but her the aura of the pendant seemed to interfere.<br/><br/>With practice she may be able to adjust her ability to cater for it but that may take days perhaps longer. For the moment staying in her true form seemed sensible as throwing away the pendant without knowing more could surely be more foolish.<br/><br/>It was rare Uranda's thoughts drifted from what others called perversion, to her it wasnt, to her such thoughts were natural and a dependency just like people considered breathing. Stop doing so and one become weak, sick or even less. Thoughts of the near-horse rape of the girl perhaps an hour ago was lingering, changing the creatures here to be more that way inclined was her objective in Britannia. Perhaps one these new comers could help with.<br/><br/>Walking to the woman, woman ? barely seemed more like a girl - just blooming in her womanhood, the demoness stretched her wings. Eyes of two deep abysses met the soaked woman's form.<br/><br/>The demoness considered demons of deception, it would be easier to be one but gods she hated them. All demons hated other demons of different ilks. Uranda could do many things but lying wasn't one of them, deceit was something only they or people could do.<br/><br/><strong>"I am Uranda. Pray tell me where did you come from ? Are you a fallen Angel?, if so I have never seen it happen before and I have walked this world for thousands of years"</strong><br/><br/>