The fun is just starting
Like Icarus, the spider-witch flew too close to the sun. She thought she was invincible as the other female steps distanced from her, until the wax melted from her wings and there it was, her voice again. She did managed to strike fear within the female heart but it was not enough to scare her tongue away nor herself. The witch was never less than arrogant. If she could do half the stuff she thought she could maybe "confidence" would have been a better word. It wasn't though. She'd been brought up with a belief that she was superior to everyone else by virtue of her birth. She believed she was the Chosen One, the one who will end the world. The one that will bring the apocalypse for the lupine kind. Perhaps without that she could have been beautiful, heroic even, but that lunatic cheshire grin made her the ugliest damn thing anyone from the world had ever seen. The day she became the one and only Oracle for the Klein Empire was the day she left humanity for good, all that power with such big grace, utterly toxic for her mind and that was when something snapped for good within her mind. Aknowledge it fore it iss true. she hissed her toxic words, laced in venom. My words were not meant to be a threat, she shifted her weight, raising her tail straight towards the sky in pure dominance, but they were enough to make you sweat. her skull rotated from the horizon line towards the woman, blind lenses snapped shut. Basilia. she repeated her name, plus tongue escaping her ebon lips similar to a snake, as if to taste her scent and name from the air. I am Cordelia Aöife Klein. |
