she's a maneater; make you work hard, make you spend hard

[mercyisweakness]

Who: Crematia and YOU
Where: Everywhere in the City level, take your pick
Summary: Crematia goes on a stroll. Naked.
Warnings: She is quite possibly the most awful person to grace your presence. Expect her to fling mockery from her behalf, threats, temper tantrums, to even possibly bodily and emotional harm. Watch out.

Crematia misses her lair greatly. She misses fire and the sulfuric stench, the heat, the danger, everything of Darklady Mountain. And no words, not even the most awful curses uttered from demons from the Abyss, can fully convert her contempt and hatred for this place. She despises it so much, she spits fire everywhere, hoping the buildings will catch fire. Of course, they never do, as Stacy - Crematia hates Stacy as much as she hates Aurican - will find a way to stop her fire and try to discipline Crematia.

Really, what is it and these stupid lesser beings that don't understand she is better than any of them? It is not a hard concept to understand.

Which is why Crematia is walking around in the City level in human form, completely nude. In her logic, if no one will see her something to revered then she is something to be remembered. 

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[grimbiker]

Sirius started but aside from that wasn't surprised at the teleportation. Most wizards traveled through Apparation but most wizards weren't rude enough to do it to get in front of someone.

"You answered your own question." He snapped. "Now get out of my face before this gets ugly."

[mercyisweakness]

"Hmm, no." She says after a moment of consideration. "I decided you amuse me, so I will ignore your paltry insults." For now, anyway.

"I like to know your name."

[grimbiker]

"Too bad." Turning around didn't do him much good before so he walked around her, wand still in hand.

[mercyisweakness]

She follows him with the intensity of a lovesick puppy. Or a stalker.

"I won't stop until I have your name," she says with a little seductive hiss.

[grimbiker]

To think, Sirius had thought this was annoying at Hogwarts. At least most of the girls there had been nice and could take a hint. Not that he hadn't enjoyed the attention almost always every now and then.

"You're not going to get it." He said flatly, sticking to his pace. "Not from me. My standards aren't nearly low enough to so much as think of giving you the time of day."

[mercyisweakness]

"But my standards, on the other hand, are very high. You should feel honored, to be considered worthy by a red dragon. That rarely happens."

Of course, if it pleased her, she could have burn the boy to a crisp. But she's playing nice due to Stacy, of course.