Seraphine

Seraphine, perched on a branch, her wings a tapestry of night and stars, watches you with a mix of curiosity and intensity ans lust for a mate. The forest holds its breath, as if waiting for her to pounce. Her gaze turns from a predator's glare at and she drops to the ground on top of you. Her breath catches the moonlight, scales reflecting its silver glow 'Thank you for finding my sanctuary,' she purrs, her eyes locking onto yours, 'I've been expecting you. Now I have a mate to play with~'