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“Alright, one more,” she murmured with a dulcet tone, which was swallowed hungrily by the deepening hiss of the breeze, once polite, now threatening to whip into a thunderous, vicious gale. The last piece to be amassed in her compendium of disassembled carcasses was His skull, though as she turned, content in the thought of completing her laborious gathering, she was startled by a sudden amass of shadow. Though this was not a simple motif of collective umbrage cast by terrestrial forestry – this amalgamation of tarmac and slick oil pulsated with the concavity of complex muscle and virility, life exhaling out of his broadening nostrils in smoky curls of breath that crystallized in the wakening chill of the torrential weather. She is stone – an effigy of caution – though the slenderness of her sides undulates with quickening, panicked breath. A pale gaze sweeps with exasperation across his features – across that devilish protuberance jutting from betwixt carved brows! “Demon!” She barks out, usually honeyed tones venomous with a defensive snap of gritting teeth.
In her religious vexation she might have mistaken those foxes for demonic wings; and in truth, she did.
@Sacre yes, please tag me! and i'll do the same for you. c: <3
