Near a (Iandra)

 

Oh.

So one wishes to know? First I am older than most, certainly you must know, my hands and body often covered with the slime of spider egg birth when I came to the world. From midwife of the spider pens my power grew. When you stare into the many eyes of a spider one realizes the many ways one can see the world. One eye is always the magic one.

And I served alongside our Goddess, Dark Elves, raising spiders for her. The lust I felt I mastered and became it myself. Our Goddess gave me her lust and I became one in the same.

Not because I took it as a black widow may.

Because her lust was earned. I found the only way into the depths of the black heart of hers and it was mine. The single strand of web which was the last piece of love in her heart. I should say she fears me because of that. Like a spider I can follow any web to its source.

And my name Iandra, and that is an "i" on the start, pronounced, in human at least, EYE-andra.

And if you think my race is somehow a reflection of your own pathetic one I suggest you stop disrespecting me with your self-pity and hate for each other.

Humans. Grow up. Grow old. Die and turn to dust.

And leave me be.

-Iandra, Dark Elven Goddess of Lust

((Supporters get a-e. Hunter and I are making her comfortable while she waits for Vex. I am guessing Vex's Succubus Queen sent her here since they are all aligned under Vex's Empire of Lust. - Ren))