Goddess_Cheryl

It had been 400 years since Cheryl Wainwright had been born. The city and empire that she so loved living in under the name of LadyWind had long since crumbled to the ground. It made her question what she truly was. In her mid twenties, Cheryl had stopped aging compeletely. Her manipulation over the air and winds around her had always been unique, and unmatched by even the most experienced of archmages. After decades of wandering the earth, realizing that she didn't even need food or water as much as she thought she would, Cheryl had come to conclusion that she was indeed a goddess.It would explain her seemingly eternal youth, Incapability of dying permanantly and her almost otherwordly control of the world's winds.

Coming to terms with her new status, Cheryl had underwent a complete change in her personality. Gone was the cheery, playful and always exhuberant Huntress that everyone knew from back then. Most if not all those that knew her back then have long since perished. In it's place was a woman who just seemed... cold. Cheryl had grown to be incredibly distant from others, losing her desire to socialize with others. It didn't seem worth the effort if they were to simply perish before she knew it.

Even as a seemingly Immortal Goddess of Wind, Cheryl still had some of her urges back from when she was a huntress. Deep down, she knew that she still loved the feeling of someone squirming inside of her stomach, desperately trying to escape from her clutches. While she no longer needed sustenance, the mere feeling that it provided was enough to drive Cheryl back to being a hungry predator. Perhaps some things were never meant to change.