CAN'T CALL A BLUFF WITH A DEAD MAN'S HAND
09-10-2014, 10:27 AM
edit: forgot to mention this was set immediately after her fight with sib.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? the adrenaline has ebbed away from her veins, forcing the elysius deity to finally register the intensity of her wounds as they weep tears of sanguine, the dull ache of her muscles growing prominent with every stride taken. victory is the sweetest taste upon a sinful tongue, the trophy of her latest conquest suspended betwixt bloodied jaws and the influx of self-confidence evident in her immaculate carriage. while lackadaisical, her saunter possesses its typical foreboding execution -- skull swaying, pendulum-like, and cradled defensively between rolled shoulders as she prowls like the predator she was destined to become. the entirety of her serpentine spinal column is positioned in perfect alignment as she writhes through the labyrinth of foliage that composes her enigmatic surroundings, mismatched violet and metallic gaze narrowed with irritation as she wallows in the destructive thoughts of her current { and unfulfilled } mission. the phantom queen wastes no time as she approaches her destination, decadent jaws unhinging to discard the russet pawn?s gored eye { the prize she will mount adjacent to her former victim?s decaying skull } a ways away from the edge of the river she intends to cleanse herself within. ensuring that her trophy is well concealed within the elongated grasses to avoid being snatched by subservient scavengers, the pallid tyrant teases the water with bloodied digits before plunging herself into its depths, the various and fresh lacerations to her battered form stinging as they greet the chill of water. and yet, the retired queen refuses to flinch despite the faint pang, fervent pupils fixated upon the waters she wades within as a mesmerizing web of red expands from her body and taints the otherwise crystalline water, serving as a rather sinister sight. |
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