Feb 9, 2014
"A little evil goes a long, long way."
Doe eyes study him at his words as the allure of darkness ensnares her. Her eyes challenging as he speaks. For he is offering a new path, which borders she has been threading for years, and now it is so close within her grasp that the mere thought of it sparks excitement behind cold demure. If she steps over that very border now, she knows she cannot go back and the thought is alluring yet terrifying.
"Show me, mister Dolohov, for there are many forms of evil and I am curious as to how you define the word." She breathes as she settles down on a chair, treating it as her throne. Her path chosen, power was what she wished for and power was what she would gain. Or so she thought.
