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†Cardinal wench moves forth through the foliage, silently weaving her web. An absence she had made, but she was back for vengeance. Well, not exactly but hey, everyone has the right to dream. Sardonic hiss escapes from parted mug as crimson hell-cat watches those she knew not of. Ooids pierce through the night as flame-tinctured deviless moves out 'o the underbrush to make her appearance.† †Ah, the sweetness of serenity. How do I adore thee. Do you wish me to count the ways? Too bad. Patience is not a virtue of mine. To be alone in a world full of creeps like yourself. Now that's what I like. To watch the sun fight the moon, but never get the chance to strike a blow. To watch the Scorpion of the skies run from the North Star. To do all this and have no one bother you with petty requests nor foolish accquisitions. Nor bantering from those around you because you haven't done what they've asked. To have all that, you must be free.† .Let me get my notepad. †Crimson netherlander moves away from the drawn crowd of the cadre as twin pillars shift to half-mast. Quads carry flamed corpse to the outlining woodlands. Ah, the voices grew strong, wishing a conversation. But who didn't have them? To have them wasn't to be crazy, it was to be certifiably insane! And that's how she wanted it. Ah, a Silent Reverie. How nice.† ¤Unless You Know The Rules¤ |
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