The Skies Shall Weep
02-14-2019, 02:21 AM
There was excitement filtering through her veins, warming her blood. The beads and bird skulls that adorned her skeleton-like body sang a battle cry song in easy movement that carried her body in loose, long stride upon the muddy arena. She will enjoy this mud bath! She needed the training, she needed to distress her mind as she was attacked by the souls of the dead the moment she stepped onto the land of Boreas and what was best if not a call to arms. The spider-witch was filled with envy and anger to those with greeding want that she had encountered upn the land. The fallen King, the beautiful hag, the pregnant harlot. Ignited eyes burned with a fiery passion and a wry cheshire grin that almost never left her beautiful, ghoulish features; her father deviousness ebbed across her dark lips. How exciting the young woman neared the arena with a battle cry of a long, thunderous roar to call whoever was there that would listen to the skies.
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