Astarte
The Evening Star of Carnal Conquest
Love is a battlefield, and I’m the prize.
I rise with the evening star, unseen until I blaze too bright to ignore. I am carved into cave walls, whispered in the heat of lovers, and painted on the prows of ships bound for conquest. I bless the field, break the city, and smile as the sands reclaim it all. You may call me goddess, whore, queen, or fury — but you will never name me tamed.
What I'm Into: the scent of iron on skin, wars begun over a glance, palms pressed to warm stone altars, wine poured in equal parts devotion and defiance, stars that burn too bright to last
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