Breathe Deep, Stop Time
12-21-2017, 07:08 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-17-2018, 12:54 AM by Nephthys.)
Dance with the Devil || Quick water is the most efficient thief of heat she knew. It takes what it does not need. The water before her will be just as she imagines it, but what other way could she find in order to purify both ber body and mind?. The water surges around her skin, rising up her limb on one side, making tiny eddies on the other. The weight of the water was almost enough to topple her, the current enough to take her far down stream. What worries her more was that at this pressure her muscles could simply give up. Venturing in such water was not a compromise and she was not a lunatic like many might think upon observing her seemingly reckless move, it was a ritual of purification, a training for both body and soul, she was purifying her thoughts but training her muscles to endure, to develop; she was steady enough not to fall to the agonyzing dangers of the water, spreading her limbs equally on each side and curling her abundant tail on her delicate spine to further aid in balance. She was not a damsel in distress, she needed no hero to come to her rescue, she was the mother fucking dragon. It was not long after that het auditory system roatated towards the source of a voice, her mind analyzing every syllable and every word without moving a muscle. Tensing her body further against the water current she remained like a stone statue, grotesquely reptilian in nature. "How joyous," she mocked in an angellic tone, voluptous, pitch black lips parted to reveal murderous canines, "Fancy to join me, stranger?"
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