a four legged goliath tampers on the earthly barracks with testimony as she dances to the beat of the war drums, in sync with the devil's song that was illustrated behind the pillars of her vital essence. the wicked witch with celestial nebula's to match her devious fundamentals, fled from the vortex of the agape wilderness. she wasn't here for sport, matter of fact she was here to be trained in the fine arts of war. the pigmented ebony, sterling ivory feminine laconically sauntered athwart the chersonese, the peninsula of her sagittal cranium executed a svelte drip to the predominately mahogany land. brilliant hues oceaned across the apricot tundra that was freckled with lush greenery but more so rough and rugged levels, for a moment her assiduous haunches bristled a warning.
analyzing each apathetic wedge between terminally passaged foliage, a neurotically nostalgic convivial to adopt to hospitality in margins. careening to simple behaviour, the divinity gallant alighted herself upon the terrain, the melanoid indifference that commonly snaked from her cultural pharynx slipping betwixt tenacious orifices with a monotone articulation, masking Rælynn's loneliness beneath a blanket of insanity upon converse with herself. the lupus sauntered forth once more, empty eyes searching for inferior prey to brutalize and disfigure. in all of it's usual presence, an apathetic facade took place, typically one of the scowl, or humorous sneer. a disquiet smile reprimanded rarely, founded by a faux. something not of reality, the curiosity in eyes of all.
