Ain't it fun living in the real world?
12-27-2018, 02:32 AM
Dance with the Devil || The air was so cold yet the trees were on fire. The luciferian woman would smile up at the inferno above her crown. Scarlet and gold licked at the blue sky, no rain clouds today in sight apparently. The chill in the post-dawn air was the first hint that winter was not far behind and she had yet to do more preparation for it. In the winter season these trees will stand naked, bereft of their color. But for now they line the avenue and her walk to gather more herbs was more vibrant than any carnival parade. She was torn between keeping her amethyst optics high to watch for the falling leaves dancing their way to the carpeted ground, or looking down to spy the crunchy ones under her teacup paws. And it was good that she did chose the latter. Beyond heavenly attires or russet and brown, matching her surroundings perfectly, she roams with a vagrant face -- angellic visage, saturated in heat and desire. The luciferian woman ebony lashes unfurl above pallid cheekbone, acting like a widow veil, long and thick yet her smile became nonexistent, save for pouting lips and salivated fangs, as she noticed a figure in the distance. She is a lonely predator, wandering desolate worlds -- but as she got closer to the strange shadowed figure she could not believe her eyes. Eloquent strides halt before the strange creature and behind the marked trees of the forest, she paces cautiously. What was this? A falcon? A wolf? A combination of the two it seems. Amethyst optics grew in surprise and she took everything in. Maybe this was a sign of the Gods.
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