Qualm
07-19-2013, 11:03 PM
The sun would begin to lower in the sky far earlier than the dame had been readied for, haunches folding to rest upon ice-dusted plains. Recently, a ghost-like fiend had uncouthly presented himself; waltzing towards her like a tainted phantom on stilts. He had attempted to strike the youth with fear, to dig at her interior and threaten her with sinister words. The thought of the creature made her stomach boil with distaste, though admittedly, the queen had been doubting her reign for some time before the beast had arisen, and it wouldn?t have made all the difference he had been any less of an idiot. Jaws would part to sound the melodious chime of summoning, calling her beloved to her, to overhear the feelings that had begun to itch at prejudiced chest.