UNFALTERING
12-26-2017, 02:59 PM
Dance with the Devil || The winter wind howled through the desolate marsh and bit at the demoness frozen skin. The bleak grey cloud overhead reflected perfectly her grey mood inside. These short days, these long nights, the dampness that crept into her weary bones and made them ache for summer again. Each tea-cup paw broke the frosted puddles that lay embedded in the hardened earth. The world seemed to lie barren and lifeless before her as if God himself had put it to sleep. Feline embodiment of acute elegance graced the lands, she passed trees that shivered in the bitter wind, naked branches adorned with snow. Clusters of twigs, gnarled and twisted, extend like the very hands of old man winter, ready to catch the soft falling flakes. Against the dark mossy trunk the brilliant white drifts rise in soft curves and fall again to the hidden ground. They were the trees of storybooks, of paintings and christmas cards and as she passed them she could not help but imagine that it will be some time before the trees awaken and when they do it will be a slow stirring, gradually growing unnoticed buds until finally the delicate papery leaves and blooms within are ready. Before she could even drink all the scenery in the demoness nostrils were invaded by different aromas and perfumes that lingered, so strong she could almost taste them on her coral tongue. A eyebrow rose in interest as she creeped, a predator, reptilian movements were made towards the source; with feline precision she haunted, creeping up behind what appeared to be two lupines, directing their attention towards a third one that appeard to be a deteriorated mass, more dead than alive.
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