Wicked Ones

*Cordelia* · 02-24-2019, 06:00 AM

placed after the Challenge

Icicles dangled from the shadowy skeletons of trees, each one like an ominous sword of Damocles. The river, frozen solid, was covered with ice so thick that it showed reflections as clear as a mirror of the heavy, grey sky. The chill breeze slicing through the air seemed to whisper "ice... ice... ice..." and it was only fitting for such discussions. It was a family meeting of two it would seem however the black widow shall discuss the matter of fact with each single individual of their family, hear their opinion about it and then come to the conclusion. Was there more than it met the eye? She kept wondering as her pace lessened.

From the moment she heard the words falling from her future King lips her blood started to boil and it has not stopped ever since.

Kill the bitch.

Kill the spawn.

No. No.

Why?

The black widow trashed her skull back and forth.

Stop. Still. Her skull began rotating in the motions of a clock for a moment before she remained still again.

So we do , blood. she responded after a long time in a neutral tone. She sat on her haunches in the snow as it slowly began to melt underneath her, resulting in the fine hair threads clunging to her an also the rancid scent of wet dog, but mixed between her scent of cadaver and belladonna it was not too potent.

black widow

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Wicked Ones

Cordelia