I'll be your Kryptonite

polarized light emitted from the mortars that hovered high above a tyrant's crown, acknowledging the absence that was ripping a hole through her black heart. betwixt the many wolves that prowl these lands, she was in no dire need for another wanderer to stumble upon her moving vessel - she wasn't one for small talk let alone making friends. in fact she'd rather get down to the dirty little deed and strip you of what really hides beneath your armor. think of it as a fair gesture, from a russian at least. her thoughts fled off into the distant memories of her siblings, wondering for a moment where they were and how they were co-existing without the head of the family by their sides. she had to get her mind off of her kin, somehow, hopefully she'd get a thrill out of today - whether it be with someone far more wicked than she or a harpy little banshee that would keep her on her toes.

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