testing, 1, 2, 3 -- 13d's own testing board

i had a little monkey
i sent him to the country
and i fed him on gingerbread
along came a choo-choo
knocked my monkey coo-coo
and now my monkey's dead

A silent chuckle finds those velveteen equus lips, a sort of twisted whicker with a taint of something not so friendly. So, this one considers herself a carcass? How ironic that a carcass is dead and rotting yet this femme seems vibrant and alive with energy. That twisting and turning, bucking and leaping makes for a pretty show but it shant get you anywhere anytime soon. There is a saying that is not so old and that doesn't quite apply here yet it comes to mind regardless. Different strokes for different folks. Many entrance upon these lands with their own brand of defiance only to see it leach away gratefully by the tip of a raven's claw.

at least he looks that way
but then again don't we all

Regal guard approaches this vibrant unwanted one with not a speck of the thoughts playing about before. She has cleaned the slate of her mind to invoke a sort of impartial judgment upon the actions this femme is bound to portray I response to her.

Greetings, traveler. Though this place may seem but a stop amid the trail to greater and better things, we are excellence realized. Executioner has done you well to send you to us, though it remains to be seen whether he did right by us with that very same act.

the primate's scream of consonance
is a reflection
of his own mind's dissonance

~I am the demon dancer~

R A V E N G L A D E
Guard