Venemous Bitches

A fine tapestry composed of diabolic shadows laced with the whispers of ghouls in each consecutive fiber, the succubus stands alone as a image of both her mother and father. Composed mostly of brown the doll is a monster of the night, the eerie russet and gold which sprout outwards as one trails along her frame only aids the girl in her mimic of the spirits of the dead. Underneath the deviously shrouding coat lies a body woven with precise grace and an innate ability to seduce. But what draws one near is the optics this one posses, measuring plants in size and pomegranate mixed with orange in color; magnetic, pulling, with a gravity of their own. The very same orbs that followed the old hag circling behind her. Who did this hag think she was? Wasn't she aware she was in the presence of a Goddess in all her worth? She must be blind. A smirk painted the acutely beautiful visage of the succbus, the hag's voice reaching her auditory system as it stood erect on her crown. Gravity does not bind her for she is swift with her footing, reptilian, elegant; easily maneuver, pivoting, rotating in order to face the old hag. Paws boast the size of fragile teacups as she moves closer to the woman, chest to chest, locks of hair mixing within one another, yet they are quite the opposite -- although they may shatter upon their opponent with the same destruction they effortlessly pack quite the strike and still managed to traipse with a covert velocity. "Tell your Gods they failed you fore you are in the presence of a real Goddess, trapped in this mortal body but with the same powers of the astral entity I am. "

" haunted"