Rebuttal and retraction, disclaim and refutal, swathed in a imperturbable and damnation— he laps at his cracked lips, a uneasy sneer at the unsettling velvet beryl of his spheres, a precarious snort escaping his all too parched throat. He would cackle, deem him to the clutches of the DemonKing, the foredoomed and detestable grasp of his dam, and his maw would carve itself into a carnival grin— but it is not to be, for the jagged skull faced smile freezes, wavering in place as a sudden hyperborean chill takes ahold of his heart, raw and frigid, and the spawn of the nefarious Queen finds himself petrified, aghast at the twilight that begins to dance along his vision, onyx pupils dilating in alarm. Forth it comes, as a prowling lion to a fresh kill, atramentous and sinister, purloining any barbarous, self-righteous cheerfulness that had bubbled up as bile within his throat dying as the last remnants of a candlelight fire, a ominous grip tightening a noose upon his lungs and heart, and no matter how hard the wildly beating organ pumps, his veins seem to emulate ice. Don't be
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Caught in the Throes - by Deimos - 03-20-2014, 07:28 AM
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