As if hell had its chance to come above ground, the sun faded and moon shot up, declaring that the day was finally over and the nightly creatures could roam and haunt the earth atlast. Wolves howls into the dark of the cool air, owls waking up to breath in cold and dark oxygen. The silent of the night becomes still, all creatures stop their fussing and all beasts stop their scavenging, attention vocused on the shadows were a ebonite demoness comes to life again....
Discarded hellcat makes her entrance into the unknown topography, windows shining all around at the equines of all colors. Daggers mark the rock like flooring, putting her signature there to stay. Locks of inky threads danced across ones facials, having prefered the east side of her bodice. Slowly and carefully, the outcast ingressing around the realm, taking cautions of when andwhom someone spotted her raven pelt. Feeling the slight burn of the moon's light, the demoness slinks back into the shades, watching and waiting for that unknown thing to happen...
Moon beated its light down upon the topography, attempting to light up even the darkest places, trying to reach the jet dove with his light again. Though, the only few that could spot her smokewashed hue were the creatures that slept during the day.. and the devil himself....
Hated By The Black Heart
Doomed Of The Arabian Breeding
Burned Raven Tint Into Ones Flesh
Has Been Cursed Four Harsh Winters
Demoness Is Of Thy Gender
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