+ antoinette's patisserie

@ξ♞ Kim Geonhak Winter lingered in the air. There was a crisp chill to the wind, biting at her ever so softly as she walked the stone paved streets of St. Petersburg. The chill was what invigorated her. She loved the soft edge the weather would take on -- a knife to , in a sense. Most creatures sought after warmth in the weather and here was the Lamia Queen, happily traversing the city in nothing but a long chiffon gown, the material fluttering around her in the soft zephyr. She was a vision: beautiful, graceful. An enigma of a woman -- a portrait of perfection a human mind could not comprehend. She was mistaken for a Goddess on more than one occasion and while that tickled her to no end, she is more than aware of what she really was. She was nothing more than danger wrapped in diamonds. A juxtaposition between her demeanor and her true self was breathtaking. While she was kind and loving towards people, the creature within her was blood thirsty and ravenous.

But it was safe to say that Sangbi was rather tame compared to the others like her. Bathory and Tepes were off doing their own thing while Skehmet was ensuring they all knew who lead them. While the other three families squabbled within themselves Lamia was more than happy to fulfill a pacifist lifestyle. A soft gust of wind wound itself around her, picked up her hair gently and allowed it to flow ghostly around her. On this gust of wind a soft scent was picked up. One in particular she could pick out over and over again. It was a scent that she had come to know and memorize over the years. It was a soft scent with a sharp edge... bathed in blood. "Leedo," she smiled, stopping in her tracks as one hand rose to gently tuck a thick lock of hair behind her ear. "Would you like to join me for something sweet?" Her voice is soft and gracious, a soft sound of a harp lingering in the air. She smiled widely as she turned to face the male - the royal bodyguard.