Wraith in the snow

Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as she savored the toxic fusion. Jimson weed was a favorite of hers, it was only just that she added the seeds in—to see just what it was capable of in combination with the mushrooms and hemlock root. "Perfect," she whispered, the word dripping with utter satisfaction, a purr of revelry. Her tail lashed in anticipation, eyes becoming half lidded as she allowed herself to feel the heady sensation rippling along her spine, the heat in her core.

The fox thrashed, catching the scent of the toxic goo that should have never been created—instinct telling it to get away. Far away. Ravana laughed, such a sweet and chilling sound from the girl, her attention returning to her unfinished task. Her metal claws dipped into the mixture, coating them in the concoction.


"Ravana Seraphim Saxe"