Daemelia didn't take particularly long to detect the source of the desperation, a wolf, not just a normal one but an accursed wolf, one with the night. Or at-least, so the stories would go. Demons they are often compared to, but they aren't quite.
It didn't take a mind reader to know that this particular werewolf was weeping over something, no rather someone it was pitiful to say the least and it annoyed Daemelia. Being a demon of desire, she picked up emotions strongly, even when people thought them hidden her ilk caught onto them like a master hunter.
''This is just pitiful.''
Her voice echoed through the woods as the demoness didn't assume her mortal shell just yet. The voice would now grow distorted and come from close to Karida, if she double checked; it would be the figurine ''Cease your weeping.'' it would demand, its tone heavy and demonic, as if it were possessed.
With a gust of wind came a flock of black ashes, they began swirling before Karida and after a short notice began forming into the demon known as Daemelia, the beautiful creature looking down from her floating perspective as her body was created beneath her, the soft crinkling of the rings that adorned her tail being the only sound in the forest for the longest of times.
''You should let him go.'' she added coldly ''He abandoned you.''
