Her plagues will come
all at once as her mourners watch her burn
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My ashen eyes sparkled with curiosity as he moved out from under the protection of the shadows. It was a place where he so obviously blended into for even when he stepped out from the darkness it still cloaked his masculine body. So striking when compared with his vivid yellow eyes… Yes, he was a beauty, or perhaps a beast? His deep voice made me smile, and his words caused chiming laughter to escape my own ebon lips,

“I fear I wouldn’t plead for anything love, I’d deserve every ounce of pain you inflicted upon me.”

I sat my white bodice down upon the earth, tail twitching momentarily with amusement. If only he knew just how much I deserved it. He probably wouldn’t hesitate to tear at my traitorous hide. Drawing crimson blood from my veins, it would probably only be fair…

“I’m pleased you consider me so but alas I’m not to fond of wasting time, though you can tickle if it pleases you.”

My silvery eyes blinked waiting, watching.

“I do suppose I could humor you with idle conversation first.”

He seems on edge muscles tensed as if expecting me to lunge, I’d never do that to such a sweet little fellow, I had far to many other things on my mind than blood lust.


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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!