I Just Killed My Boyfriend

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?oh sweet carnage, how savory the taste upon her wretched tongue. and there is but a fleeting moment for the deity to indulge in the rusted tang of her adversary?s blood as gluttonous incisors impale russet flesh, and although she is left wholly unsated from her gruesome endeavor of complete evisceration, she is content to carve even the faintest laceration into the pawn?s skin. however, such triumph is short-lived as the phantom glimpses the red queen?s ravenous jaws -- fueled by vehement intent { similar to the intent her own jaws held moments prior } -- as they strive for the elysius? own left-sided jugular, yet artemis has no incentive to leave her adversary VICTORIOUS. and although the tyrant queen is enticed by the prospect of increasing the pressure of her bite to terminate this pawn?s pitiful life, she instead relinquishes her fatal grasp to the red woman with little reluctance, wrenching her skull backwards as she withdraws in order to redirect her adversary?s attack towards the front of her upper neck. agonizing pain courses through the tender flesh upon the left side of her upper neck and just beneath her tucked chin; however, it is slightly diluted due to the influx of adrenaline coursing through her veins and because of the scrunched ?halo? of excess flesh safeguarding the front and sides of her vulnerable neck, leaving her opponent to wallow in the disappointment of failure as she pierces the fat to approximately an inch in depth, unsuccessful in nicking the elysius? precious jugular and, similarly, ending the tyrant?s life.



but as the russet pawn seizes the upper left portion of her neck, so the elysius deity?s window of opportunity for destruction w i d e n s. with the red queen?s skull positioned just underneath her own and tilted to expose the slitted left verdant eye, the tyrant queen strikes -- mercilessly. her own gluttonous jaws tilt to her own left as she rests her left cheek across the bridge of sibelle?s nose, upper jaw latching just above the inner corner of the pawn?s left eye as her mandible hooks beneath the outside corner. as the pressure of her ruthless bite increases, so the gap between her gaping jaws narrows, leaving sibelle?s eye the unfortunate victim to the GORE her jaws aspire to inflict. and in a moment of penultimate triumph, the tyrant queen feels the eye relent to the violence of her jaws, gluttonous incisors wrenching it free of its socket as she severs the pawn?s optic nerve with the ferocity of a killer queen.



she had yet again proved herself the stronger -- she would always be the stronger.



arrogance encumbers the wraith like a tidal wave as she flashes her macabre trophy to the cyclops, its missing eye clenched betwixt jaws tainted a deathly shade of R E D and contorted into a bewitching, open-mouthed smirk as she basks beneath the limelight of secondary conquest. the tyrant queen can feel the faint tugging upon her right forelimb and yet it is a wasted effort for it has been made clear { yet again } who is the superior -- the champion. and as the elysius detaches herself from the tight proximities of her adversary, she shows it -- her skull elevates with regality, her tail simultaneously ascending above her rump with supremacy. and yet there is a vacancy to her mismatched gaze as she examines her gory handiwork with intensity, disappointment clouding the pestilent chasms of her mind as she recognizes that the defeat of the negligent red queen?s pawn does not quite quell the inferno blazing beneath her exterior -- the fire that had been ignited by the pitiful covari queen. ?it is the cowardice of your red master that has made you deserving of my wrath,? the phantom states, the venom laced within her speech potent as it cascades from frayed lips. ?tell her that i will continue to take until i see her retribution,? is the demand that is made with finality, amethyst and silver eyes now glazed with frigidity as she admires the carnage she has provoked a final time before maneuvering entirely away from the wretched scene, the prospect of isardis? demise only a fleeting thought at the back of her mind.