// REGINA ARACNEA.

[xavier]

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o, tainted love. S C O R P I O . R I S I N G

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[evangeline]

EYES ON FIRE, YOUR SPINE IS ABLAZE. FELLING ANY FOE WITH MY GAZE.

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This swift vanity takes like a poison. Sweet immaculate, the grace of a death gently poised between the cloves of harbored hate, that it took by storm when tormented. Oh grievance! Never before had the stars taken such a vicious turn, their alighting pricks gilded by pain and jealousy. And merciless I, I ran from these hungering waves of luscious betrayal, I destroyed myself beneath their furious leagues, and from my lips crawled a suffering cry much like the babe of blithering pneumonia. What have I done? If not the moon tied to this wretched earth, if not the sun captivated by this unrequited love, would we fall to black? And it is not my duty to relay these horrid things, o damn the moon and sun! A liar's throne tipped then, and vinyards were retched of their pleasures, so that this world grew sparse and parched. The sanctity of Eden was overthrown and lost to our desires, our aspiring fantasies that dabbled in the rites of sinful indulgence. I am famished, revealed, slowly driven to the core of my being with the anxiety of your pressing grace. Effortless in guile, ever flawless in your hungry carving towards the fulcrum of our beating prosperity. I often dream these horrid dreams, where the waves can no longer provide comfort to my heated heart. And there is a nail driven inside me, a bloodied nail that stakes me at the heart. I wither, how I wither to dust within your embrace. My nails scraped along the risen beauty of your cherubin cheeks, craved the warmth beneath your darkened flesh, but all was bled to cinders. All to the consuming embers beneath me, to which the floor would crash in the weight of our suppressed reverie. He sees through me, the eclipse of oceans, of stars, and their folding grace tunneling forever. He sees in me, the eternal wraith of lovelorn forests, long traipsed by his prowling oversight, that the predatory guile of his mere elegance is enough to damn me. Forever, forever. “But you will kill me.” A cry peeled into the dark, an intimate moan likened to the scream of a widow's lamenting quartet of sorrowful vocals, however muffled in the lifeless drone that seeped. It was anything animal, hardly mortal, this sudden plight of the heart as it spoke amongst itself – the quiet throb of its restless thrumming slowly calming to a pulsing pause. A dead stop that froze of it, its wintry chambers lusted for end then, and drearily pulled from its corpse all rage and loathing. Fear was instilled, where never before fear had rested, a nightmare-ish compound of berating passion that moved not in the flesh but in the soul. Moved within her like an inspired maggot infesting the hollows, and these lustrous sensations ate her from the core. “So I must kill you.” Full Name: Etexéra L'Amun Nägendre Gender: Female Age: 3 Height: 15.1hh Breed: Shagya Arabian Coat Color: Rose Grey. Mane/tail Color: Black. Eye Color: Silvery hazel. Markings: Black points. Structure: slender, sensual & sleek. Scars: none. Politics: Rotten things. Rank: -- Area: --

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