bleed me your despair

Subtle movements were made as her audits flickered, picking up the revenous noises, this place was bursting with life, fauna and flora. Nearby the Egyptian Goddess could hear the source of the cascade; the witch inhaled deeply, her chest expanding, taking in the oh so familiar perfume of the ashen queen once again. Be it fate or coincidence, I do not believe in neither, jewel. her soft hiss, dulcer, serene was emitted from the shadows, the kind that penetrates the mortal body to fester in the soul and suck you dry from the inside out, the ones that embrace your souless shell, wraps themselves around your heart only to bleed it out of existence. The witch allowed herself a few moments to regain herself, sinisterly lurking, before she let the shadows fall from her slender, exotic bodice. Reptilian, chiseled by the finest of artisant.

The darkness fell like satin egyptian fabric from her long, narrow jaw line before dragging painfully slow down to her womanly, sensual body; taking a bit too long to drag from her abdominal area, seemingly enlarge by just a notch. Finally, it fell to the ground and the witch was revealed in all her foreign splendor. Penny for your thoughts? she questioned in a long, ghoulish hiss, foreing-kissed lips wrapping their accent within each singular word. Leisure, her walk was as slow as the shadows, as the darkness; one mile-long limb in front of the other, calculating, grace present even in the curvature of her toes, touching the ivory blanket of winter. The agonizingly slow pace turned to a half right besides the ashen queen, as she swayed her hips softly, gracing the eartn with her posture as she sat on her haunches. Her abdoment region slightly grazed the ground, not notichable unless personally close.

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