Her plagues will come
all at once as her mourners watch her burn
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For a few moments I stood immersed in blessed silence, unconscious of the creature lurking in the shadows waiting, watching, the air keeping him hidden even from my keen senses. No my mind was somewhere else… another time another place. Details of my youth were patchy and in certain points vague. Some things though you can never forget no mater how hard you try to force them from your perception. That part of my distant past haunts me. I can remember it as clearly as if it were just yesterday. Yes, I still recollect my boisterous puppy hood years and the teenage ones as well. The joy of gallivanting and amusing myself when ever the need may be is something I miss. My features twist into a wry smile at the memories. I was such a charming child, an impish little creature but like all things it had to end, and end it did. I grew. I grew into the demonesque fatal I was today. So young and so naïve then. I suppose it was my fault they died. Well it was my fault wasn’t it? What am I saying! of course it was. I can still see their glassy eyes faces, their bloody bodies, ripped flesh, and the gurgling echoing from their dying lips. Look at that, I can even feel my throat constricting! Does it make me cold to say I killed them? Well they shouldn’t have been so damned stupid. My parents were always so insolent it was only reasonable that I carry out their death sentence. Alphas orders so like a good little pet I did as I was told.

The rustling coming from the intertwining trees gave an eerie atmosphere to these dark lands. To any stranger it would make quite the first impression. I almost laughed at the thought of a sweet little thing taking a wrong turn only to find herself here cowering against an old scarred tree. Then something catches my attention, the wind shifted if only slightly bringing with it the cologne of a male, that and the usual purfume of death signature of Malignant. Now look at this, a present? Today must really be my lucky day. It hadn’t occur to me that anyone other that the lovely Queens would arrive but then again I have heard many a things about the wolves here. Something along the lines of unpredictable? My lips drew back gleefully revealing a set of razor-sharp ivory fangs.
“Are you just going to hide in those bushes all day kitten or are you going to come out and play?”

Perhaps he would have to do if the Empress couldn’t find the time.
“You’re a shifty little one aren’t you. Coming to tear at my esophagus dear or are you going to see what I want?”




The Sweetest of Harlots
Asirai
Fully Grown. Loveless. Vagrant.

She's a cage for every unclean spirit.
Every filthy bird will come to nest
in her tangled weave of lies
careful for she will make us drink the poisoned wine!