[Citadel] Devil’s Trap

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It’d been quite some time since the mossy, reseda jacketed cacodemon festered upon the savages of war, sienna and smoky-umber timbres parching beneath autumn’s butterscotch blush. Albeit, that didn’t besmear or debar the perils that lay atrophy atop this vast, portland-orange and carmine stained plain.

Ironic, isn’t it?

To see how many had withered in this wauling battlefield’s malediction, or perhaps they were just lacking and ignoble.

She, for one, procured no stoicism nor time for foolhardy dogs; so who, pray tell, would impose an a more tonic opportunity? A low, chasmic rumble bludgeoned from the pits of Lebraid’s gut, achromic eyes pulling taut over the medallion, ruinated scenery, daring to pervade the very soul of mother earth’s creation —— diabolic, ominous, cataclysmic. She bore no less of a hadean demeanour, of course, hackles arising like raw, electrostatic zaps as her skin itched with suspense, unrest, a need to manumit. Before, there was a boy of venetian, stygian and chalk, proving themselves gutsy and, well, interesting -- however, it was as if those slumbering nightmare’s had melded into reality, briefly -- plaguing similitudes in what she saw, and what she’d once known. Why that is, she did not know. Muscles jittery, eerie thrums lulled past cimmerian jowls, eldritch and wraithlike; there was truly no telling what she may or may not do, and that, ladies and gentlemen, was the gory byproduct of a woman who feared naught, and necrotised all those who stood in her goddahm-fucking way.

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[Citadel] Devil’s Trap

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