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A caw of distress and dread carries upon the wings of the wind, across fresh buds of grass and flowering meadows, of crystalline ice and pristine contours of snow. The world is tainted. Traitor. For you see, doll, on this eve, a act of treason has seeped into snow, glinted red with spilled wine. A sedition, betrayal, an act of deceit against the Asylum's promises. A breach of faith, traitorousness, veiled in allegiance, devotion and loyalty, sweetened intentions of blood and gifts, a lèse majesté presented as the Trojan horse, a vile creature of murder that hides among their ranks, breathes high treason and comes forth to cause mayhem and destruction to her people, a foreign act that has found its home among her brethren. A vulture, come to rip flesh from her Queen's bones and lap fresh wine into it's grotesque stomach. It disgusts the Seeker, an abominable act, depraved, shameful, it brings shame to her people, and the pretty maw turns up in a condescending scowl, or at least she thinks it does - her expression is cold as Stygian ice. It's hilarious, the Seeker who seeks Death, causes carnage and destruction to view a act as such despicable, and yet she finds no amusement in her position of self-righteousness, a statue upon the tainted snow. Traitor. Little beings flit and flutter, voices drone and echo, and she does not move. She does not attempt to aid the girl, does not attempt to fight for her, not when blood stains the ground, and not when the dove takes flight to the air in fright. I know who you are. The Seeker is a dark smudge against the pristine Earth, in view, a speckle of darkness upon a robin's blue egg, in clear view, in sight of both squabbling beings, if one would grant her a glance, too encompassed in their own blood lust to see anything else. Traitor. And with a indifference to her step, the Seeker turns, allows fate to take place - if the girl dies, she does not know, does not look back, does not spare her attention for one second as she slips away across the frozen tundra. The Seeker is gone. Was the Seeker ever there? That's up to the chickens across the white sands. She has a Queen, two of them, to attend to. And a Traitor to put to waste. :: Posting with permission from baylee and Selkie! Circuta</style> who's the killer in the crowd -</style> |
AHMEDBAKIR : VENOMXBABY : GALAXIESANDDUST : SALSOLASTOCK</style>
Cause she's a Cruel Mistress
And a bargain must be made
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