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its body coiled around my neck -- [sylens cont. from below]







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




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The moon's light is soft caress. A lover's embrace. It touches the supple curves of her hips and the delicate skin of her nape as she arches it in defiance. That information will cost you. His words purr on his lips and he draws himself away from her. Every fiber of her beings screams to run away, to hightail it into the shadows of the deciduous forest that surrounds them. Yet, she can not will her legs to move in that direction, no they stubbornly - and shakily - move after the man that shrouds himself in the cloak of obscurity.

Her ears waver atop her crown and her cerulean pools are rimmed with white, but she still tip toes after him. His words are weaved into the darkness and cause a shiver to run the length of her spine. I never said you should trust me. Her blood runs cold, frozen within her veins and still within her chest. She swallows the growing lump in her throat. "I.I.I..." she stammers, her bottom lip quivers as the realization that an attempt in escape will be futile.

I am Hades.

Her eyes grow wide. Mother was right. After all of this time, he had finally came for her. Her mind goes blank and the fear clinches at her heart and soul. Numbly she begins to shake her head back and forth, unaware that her mouth was even forming words. "Y.Y.Y..ou can't take me to the underworld," she stutters until finally the words flow from her lips. She has much to attend to here... here in the mortal realm. "I command you to leave," she growls defiantly as he steps toward her and begins to circle her.

"To crawl back into the underworld..." she swallows hard as she pushes the fear deeper into her mind in a desperate attempt to free herself from its grasp. She would not shake. She could not shake.


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

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