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Daniella_Belli
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An unnerving laughter bubbled up her throat. "You malodorous, malcontented, meager creature. Do you think the world revolves around you? A nonsensical notion of a puerile man. Or, perhaps you are just so conceited that you do not see the countenance of any but your own. I could very well see why you'd be so aloof then, being met with none other but yourself. Emotions, they are like masks. One could wear many, and ensconce their true guise beneath them. Perhaps you are just a pitiful man, just another inane denizen upon the earth. Should I even bother with you, grant you to feast your eyes upon my flawless stature? I think not. But first, I shall give you a parting token."
The coils snaked about upon the wind, lashing at whatever happened by at that moment, save for Renske. The flying fowl was affected, becoming kamikazes as for to effectuate harm upon Rune before destroying themselves. She was seeding the hate from within herself, planting it into the creatures that stirred amongst the ruined foliage that decorated the town in a rather macabre fashion. She was in practice of reversing her empathic abilities, laying waste to the emotions as per normal to one's person, and enforcing her own upon them. She heard the wild dogs across the clearing becoming riled for unknown reason, snapping and snarling at the other members of thier pack. Blood seeped down her bodice, a perfect rose not without its thorns. A gelatinous substance seemed to writhe across her face like tiny snakes seeking their birthing host, settling upon her lips to dye them black. It was as if they were lashed of her forebearer's forked tongue, scourged of saliva infected with the taint of pure evil.
The coils snaked about upon the wind, lashing at whatever happened by at that moment, save for Renske. The flying fowl was affected, becoming kamikazes as for to effectuate harm upon Rune before destroying themselves. She was seeding the hate from within herself, planting it into the creatures that stirred amongst the ruined foliage that decorated the town in a rather macabre fashion. She was in practice of reversing her empathic abilities, laying waste to the emotions as per normal to one's person, and enforcing her own upon them. She heard the wild dogs across the clearing becoming riled for unknown reason, snapping and snarling at the other members of thier pack. Blood seeped down her bodice, a perfect rose not without its thorns. A gelatinous substance seemed to writhe across her face like tiny snakes seeking their birthing host, settling upon her lips to dye them black. It was as if they were lashed of her forebearer's forked tongue, scourged of saliva infected with the taint of pure evil.