SHADOWS START TO SING

                    abstract gaze pinpoints his chiseled form before his indignant approach, broad skull lowering defensively over her inflated breast as a tentative smirk warps velveteen lips -- wryly. and the elysius tyrant does halt in her stride as the belligerent fool dares barricade her makeshift path, intending to pause a mere foot away from where the brute had so defiantly rooted himself -- as if to ensure she remain immobilized. yet the phantom queen is unwavering in her newfound resolve to violate this apparent “sovereign’s” desires, a singular brow quirking with feigned curiosity as he demands her retreat. “oh?” the deity queries as he imprudently labels her, brows furrowing minutely upon her mutilated forehead with the subtlest hint of contempt. for this world is hers, and such possibilities of invasion are simply absurd.

mismatched gaze darts haphazardly about the premises of their surroundings in search of cowardly lackeys that sought to furtively assault the tyrant queen, frigid pupils only falling stagnant upon the brute’s own glacial gaze once she’s made certain that the stakes are fair. “-- and if not?” is the inquiry that streams from frayed lips, vocals laced with the faintest drop of poison, of danger! and the deity’s rugged musculature begins to flex beneath taut flesh as she prepares for the anticipated combat, eyes simultaneously glazing over with malicious intent as her pupils bore holes into the king’s own.