Desreal: here courage, courage

"we dance amoung our shadows,
our enemies connected feet to feet."

Lebanon moves like the night.

She to is almost weary in the depths of Desreal. Last time she was here, she was beaten, abused, an scarred. Her delicate, yet muscular black hide now tainted with the scars of him, this two-face. A name so unknown to him, just a face, and one day she would find him. One day she would get revenge for the cresent moon scar shaping her face. She would not let this crime go unpunished.

Lebanon is a malevolent hag. She never has anything better to do then bother, annoy, and destroy others. Within the bends of her blood lusted mind, as maggots writhe within, she is after all walking death. Seeking humor in such wrong circumstances.

Lebanon is Vile, although you couldn’t tell unless you could peak into her mind. She holds such a good sheep’s coat.

She spots the child. A twisted smile flecks the corners of her mouth. Oh, this could and will be fun. Lebanon has not seen any children in such a long time, she almost doesn’t know how to react. To be giddy with joy? So innocent, so pure. Oh how could she let corruption touch her.

Lebanon moves like the night.

Swiftly she comes to her side. Watching her ravish the water. Her laughter rings through the air. It is cruel and cold. “Oh dear child, why are you out so late at night.“ Her muzzle extends rolling over her back. Her yellow teeth reach for flesh,

Her laughter rings through the Air.

Courage, can you live up to your name?

l e b a n o n
"worthless hag of ni'srilan"