.the centennials parted, vendetta's partial citadel finally brought down- she needed to open her nutshell. diamond ooids zeroed in upon the numerous equiad that dubbed themselves the 'good' side; what was so good about being nice, anyway? pert zeniths mingled with the tangled coronet of ebony, shroud disguising the quartz vision. convexed passages pulsated gently, limber quartette effortlessly mobilizing the inky corpse. silver fangs flashed greedily; the sweet taste of blood would soon relieve her hunger. dainty exhalation cleared the billows, luminance flashing within the seering depths of crystal.