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a serpent laid upon my breast,
Posted on May 1, 2020 at 02:23:11 AM by Melino�

~ i had a dream i was floating down a black river

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She glares up at him and her eyes narrow. Her breathes plume around her as she snorts through flaring nostrils. I doubt it. She growls to herself. He lingers there and just a second ago their skin had been so close she could feel his warmth. Her skin crawls as she thinks of that their close proximity. He is Hades. A collector fot the lost souls. And now he is here to torment her beneath the silvery gaze of Selene. Her ears disappear into her curly cream locks of mane as she defiantly stomps her hoof into the bank's squishy mud.

As for Persephone.

His words cause an involuntary shiver to run the length of her spine as he leans closer to her. "What do you know?" she whispers into the still night air. And like that he draws away from her while he continues to taunt her. She eyes him with suspicion in her bicolored eyes. She does not trust the spotted man. Perhaps it the haunted look in his eyes or maybe it was the taunting tone he uses - she just can't quite put her finger on it.

He distances himself from her and for a brief moment a sigh settles on her lips. She could easily disappear into the shadows of the forest and conceal herself so that he would never be able to find her. I'll tell you about Persephone. Her ears momentarily appear from beneath her creamy locks. "Why should I trust you?" she asks with a tilt of her crown. She flics her tail across her haunches as she contemplates her options. Disappear like a ghost into the shadows or entertain his offer.

A heavy exasperated sigh leaves her nostrils as she leaves the icy waters for the mud and then to stand near enough to him that she can hear his words - but far enough away she could escape if she needs to. The muscles along her neck and crest grow tense as she waits for his first words to leave his lips. An explanation for how he knows of Persephone the goddess mother.

Andalusian Mutt - 4 years old - Silver Blue Roan Rabicano Tobiano
the guardian of souls

html, art & character � erin | pixel base � fintron

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You can blame it on me - By Sylens May 4, 2020 at 06:13:13 AM

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