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Posted on June 19, 2015 at 06:34:07 PM by MELISANDRE
misery business
i'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top
It was a rather complicated world when one really thought about it. For so long, she had the taste of milk and blood on her tongue, needle like fangs latching harshly onto her mother as her right was as a Satanican queen-in-the-making. Now, she was required to get her own source of blood, though it was not as difficult as others seemed to make it. Her tastes were for the sweetness of wolf's blood, hoping she could find it in the taste of milk as well. She knew it was irreplaceable, Seline's nourishing milk was almost like honey, and when that rich and metallic fluid flowed due to her chewing or her nails, Melisandre found she fell in love. As she grew, it became apparent that the need for blood and her appetite for it was more like her father's.
Today, she hungers not, and those beautiful gems she called eyes looked around to find her sister, Lurid, and her brother lounging about. With a swift run in, tackle, run out, the young witch pounced and bit down harshly at Lurid's ear. The pale sister yelped and snapped up at Melisandre's chest, though the little pup moved on and proceeded to run off into the grasses.
She moves with an eerie grace, though her eyes dart around and she is still held upon stunted white legs. Her outing serves no other purpose than getting out, and hoping to learn more than she already knows. It was a hope that someone would help her solve the deepening hunger in her soul that cries out for something better than dove's blood. She will not bear her song to any, however, if they wish to meet her or get to know her, they will come. For now, she is enjoying her leisurely jog through the grass.
Today, she hungers not, and those beautiful gems she called eyes looked around to find her sister, Lurid, and her brother lounging about. With a swift run in, tackle, run out, the young witch pounced and bit down harshly at Lurid's ear. The pale sister yelped and snapped up at Melisandre's chest, though the little pup moved on and proceeded to run off into the grasses.
She moves with an eerie grace, though her eyes dart around and she is still held upon stunted white legs. Her outing serves no other purpose than getting out, and hoping to learn more than she already knows. It was a hope that someone would help her solve the deepening hunger in her soul that cries out for something better than dove's blood. She will not bear her song to any, however, if they wish to meet her or get to know her, they will come. For now, she is enjoying her leisurely jog through the grass.
newborn // eric x seline // asteraia
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