Ain’t Worth The Whiskey

The sun set threatening to dip behind the horizon, firstly cascading a prim bombardment of colours that were flung over the sky with terrible alacrity. The receding blue and oranges battled the blackness pushing it away with arms. It shone on the lake below shining its deep depths. The radiant glow scintillated and beamed: the legacy of the sun. The sun omniscient omnipotent left hanging in the crisp air it floated downwards like a deflated balloon. Sudden darkness as receding colours routed. It was not hard to believe that the succubus was all alone within The Orchard. Perhaps the answers to her problems will be found and the bottom of a bucket-full of fermented fruits and fortunate enough for her she did remember where Ashmedai was keeping them last time.

She could not help but let her mind wonder around the past few days that seemed to hold her prisoner. Her mind became a cage, a tool used against her as it raged on similar to a storm and she was destined to gaze through its eyes. Frustraion was visible across her beautiful visage as she passed the veins, her pace lessened while her tail dragged across the terrain, lifting all the dust particles within the air.