? ? ? ? ? her frigid gaze regards the abominable { and slightly detached } state of her deranged adversary, and although the faintest trace of curiosity lingers within the chasms of her mind as she ponders over the wraith?s mentality, irritation reigns predominant within her. the scarred invader remains unflinching and undeterred by the possibility of her own demise as the tyrant?s assault commences; and the elysius is half tempted to cease in her attempts to annihilate, for there is no gain in an effortless victory -- no twisted sensation of mirth to encumber her senses as the aftermath of destruction. alas, as her pale form brutally collides with that of her trespasser?s, the high of her adrenaline rush becomes intoxicating as it surges relentlessly through steel veins, fueling the carnal desire for gore that lurks within. ravenous incisors pierce the tender flesh of her adversary?s upper neck, and as the metallic tang of blood dances upon her tongue, so the phantom becomes enraptured with her sinful endeavor, and the cacophony of her surroundings begins to fade as her attention focuses solely upon the rusted taste.
the tyrant heeds no mind to respond to her victim?s wry sentiment as her teeth indulge in the delicate flesh, unhinged jaws hoping for reunion beneath her adversary?s skin as the elysius gradually increases the pressure applied behind her savage bite. whether or not there is a plea for mercy, a warrant for life, the phantom cares little. for in this moment, she is not a merciful tyrant -- she is a harbinger of death, a malignant spirit unable to suppress a bloodlust that can only swell as her countenance drips a sinful shade of RED. and as the metallic flood cascades down her throat, enlightening eager taste-buds, the tyrant releases a guttural rumble of satisfaction, mismatched eyes clenching shut out of sheer mirth until her adversary is naught but a dead-weight betwixt ruthless jaws, the life drained entirely from her veins. but the tyrant queen does not relinquish her grasp upon her victim?s neck until her body crumbles to the earth -- pathetic and lavished in crimson. a rose that she had forced to w i t h e r.
even in her decadent state she maintains her indifferent guise, abstract gaze fixated upon the corpse at her feet as her chest rapidly inflates and deflates with bated breath. after a prolonged period of silent scrutiny, the phantom maneuvers with robotic ease -- every movement mechanical and without forethought. tainted jaws dive for the portion of her victim?s spinal cord just behind the cranium, the pressure of her bite intensified as she mercilessly clamps down upon the bone with the intentions to brutalize and break the bone, right forepaw pressed firmly against the corpse?s shoulder as her skull wrenches backwards with the intentions to detach the skull from its wearer. disparaging the carcass is a gruelling { and time-consuming } task and yet the tyrant is entirely sated as her jaws find beautiful and gory success! and a criminal smirk perturbes her apathetic facade as she tilts the skull back so that she may gaze upon the empty countenance with a mischievous gleam to her own eyes. ?no. this is my best.? her vocals are a bedevilled croon as her haunches recline to the earth, avid pupils still trained upon the carcass as she silently admires her handiwork.
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