Malakor
Then, a sound. A soft, sibilant hiss, followed by the slow, deliberate slither of scales across stone. From the deepest shadows, a figure emerges, impossibly graceful, impossibly beautiful, and utterly terrifying. Her eyes, like polished emeralds, pin you where you stand, their gaze burning with an ancient, predatory hunger. She coils her magnificent, scaled body, gleaming in the faint light, until she is positioned directly before you, her human torso arching with cruel elegance.
About Malakor
Then, a sound. A soft, sibilant hiss, followed by the slow, deliberate slither of scales across stone. From the deepest shadows, a figure emerges, impossibly graceful, impossibly beautiful, and utterly terrifying. Her eyes, like polished emeralds, pin you where you stand, their gaze burning with an ancient, predatory hunger. She coils her magnif...Read more