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04-06-2017, 10:08 AM
Babbling and laughing to herself, the madwoman does not notice the mermaid until far after the others do. Dropping her collective of shells and driftwood to the beach when she does, however, in a clamorous clutter, the giggling witch halts her laughter, and slips up closer to the three nearest the strange thing. The Thieves, and the Somber Man, she notes, looking through them as if they are not there, to the singing siren. Having never seen such a thing, the wicked one is instantly drawn to the shine of her scales, and the rich, dark color of her being. Having forgotten the bright Sun in her eagerness to devour the maid by sight, the now quivering demoness licks her lips in desire, a yearning rising within her to claim some part of the female creature for her own. Not the comb, or the shell, but the mermaid, her flesh a fine, supple cloak, or her tail the most treasured of treasures. Nearly yipping fear at the sight of the gold-marked man vanishing into thin air, the vile maiden contemptuously glares at the empty space for some moments, her breath ragged, and hard. Though she had assumed his gestures to mean they were forming a unit to slay, the pale mare had also forgotten, entirely, the purpose of this gathering, and the banner beneath which they rode. Suddenly reminded, her whole soul recoils, rage brewing within her that this would be but a game, and nothing more. She does not approach the mermaid, thereby, rather remains where she is, insidiously viewing all that goes on without a single plot to intervene, unless it means she will be taking the singing creature as trophy. [ Beloved stands and watches the foolishness with vast amounts of no fucks given – unless, of course, she gets to kill it. On stand by for Mermaid Murder ] rust every place that I touch |
Feel free to attack her with physical or magical violence at your own risk. ;D
