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with bloody feet across the hallowed ground - Evangelina - 02-21-2019
EVANGELINA'S HEART IS A BARREN WILDERNESS. A WEAPON CARVED BY THE FERAL SONG OF THE WOODS, AND THE DEEP THROES OF THEIR ICY PASSIONS. SHE IS PASSION. SHE IS POISON. SHE IS A FRIGID WINTER SQUALL. SHE IS A BLUE BULLET-STORM. A HURRICANE CONSUMED IN FEVER AND ICE AND WICKED Religion, AND HER BODY, IT'S FROZEN TUNDRA; WHERE LOVE DOESN'T RESIDE. SHE IS DECEMBER'S HARSH CARESS, THREAD SHARPLY OVER A COLD, UNYIELDING GRAVE. AND HER HEART, WERE ITS EMPTY FUNERAL PYRE; BURNING, WITH BLUEFIRE AT THEIR TOUCH. SHE IS COLD, CRUEL, RELENTLESS AND UNFEELING, AND BENEATH THE SLENDER EXPANSE OF HER RIBCAGE, BLOOMS A FERAL ROSE. ONE AS BLACK AS A BULLET, AS HOT AS SIN AND AS WILD AS AN ANIMAL'S HUNGER.
BENEATH THE DEEP THROES OF MOONLIGHT, AND THE HARSH FLICKER OF RAIN, EVANGELINA DANCES LIKE A WILDCAT UPON PREY. SO LONG HAD THE SUN ABANDONED THE SKY. FOLDING INTO A SPELL OF DARKNESS, AS MIDNIGHT RAVAGES THE HEAVENS IN A VIOLENT SATIN OF EBONY LACE. SO LONG HAD THE CLOUDS TORE THROUGH ITS THICK, AUTUMNAL FOG. STREAKING THE SKY IN BLADES OF RELENTLESS SILVER; MARRING HER FUR WITH ITS BRIGHT LIGHT OF FLASHING THUNDER, AND GLAMOUROUS ILLUMINATION. HER SVELTE MUSCLES, FLEXES BENEATH HER RUGGEDLY SLENDER FEMALE BODY; ELEGANT BODICE RUNNING BENEATH THEIR SILVER SHARDS OF LIGHT. SHE MOVES LIKE LIGHTENING. SOFT SUPPLE CURVES BLENDING INTO THE SAVAGE CARESS OF A COBRA. HUNGRY. EAGER. NEEDING. WANTING.
O HOW THE MOON ILLUMINATES HER IVORY SKIN IN A WAVERING TUMULT OF SOFT VELVET PLATINUM; SO KEEN AND BRIGHT AS A DAGGER. SHE DANCES WITH FERAL GLEE. HIPS COILING A DANCERS' GRACEFUL STRIDE. LIPS CURVING IN A HAUNTING CRESENT SMILE. FEELING THE SWEET RUINOUS RAIN CARESS HER SKIN IN SLEEK CASCADES OF WATER, BRINGS A SUBTLE HISS OF PLEASURE TO SMOTHER UPON THE BANSHEE'S BLACKENED LIPS. HOW LONG AGO, HAD SHE TASTED AUTUMN'S DANCE? SAVOURING ITS SWEET ROTTING LEAVES? ITS HARSH VICTORY UPON HER SKIN, AS SUMMER RELINQUISHED ITS HOT CHOKING HOLD OVER THE LANDS, WITH THE PROMISE OF NOVEMBER'S KISS? O, SHE IS COVETOUS AND HOLLOW AND WANTING, AND A NEED BURNS THROUGH THE FIRE OF HER SOUL. A NEED TO RUN BENEATH THE STARLIGHT AND TASTE THE MOON AND FOREST AND WINTER'S BREATH ACROSS HER FLESH.
WITH EACH SWIFT STRIDE, OUR HELLISH BELLADONA PULLS FORWARD, AS AN AUTUMNAL SIGH DREW ITS SOFT, BREATHY CARESS ACROSS THE LANDS. RAVAGING HER MANE AND TUGGING HER HAIR, WITH ALL THAT DOTING HUNGER OF A LOVER. ACROSS HER BODY, AN ICY RADIANCE CRAWLS. SHE OOZES OF TOXIC BLUE AND THE BLUE ICE OF HER POURS OUT IN FROTHY, UNKEMPT WAVES. WHEN EVANGELINA MOVES, SHE MOVES WITH LIQUID FINESSE. POURING LIKE RAW ICE. POURING AS VIOLET FROST MIGHT CRAWL AND CLING ACROSS A FRIGID LAKE, CRACKLING. SHIFTING. CONSUMING. SHE IS EAGER TO TASTE THE NIGHT AIR, AND TASTE SHE DOES, LOWERING HER FINELY-SCULPTED SKULL TO RELISH THE SWEET BLACKWATER UPON HER MILKY BREATH.
FOR TOO LONG HAS SHE WANDERED. FOR TOO LONG HAS SHE RUN. A WILD CHILD, RECKLESS AND UNTAMED. SHE MEETS THE MOONLIGHT WITH A FAMISHED SIGH; AND THE MOON SIGHS IN TURN, COLD, STILL AND BREATHLESS.
BENEATH THE DEEP THROES OF MOONLIGHT, AND THE HARSH FLICKER OF RAIN, EVANGELINA DANCES LIKE A WILDCAT UPON PREY. SO LONG HAD THE SUN ABANDONED THE SKY. FOLDING INTO A SPELL OF DARKNESS, AS MIDNIGHT RAVAGES THE HEAVENS IN A VIOLENT SATIN OF EBONY LACE. SO LONG HAD THE CLOUDS TORE THROUGH ITS THICK, AUTUMNAL FOG. STREAKING THE SKY IN BLADES OF RELENTLESS SILVER; MARRING HER FUR WITH ITS BRIGHT LIGHT OF FLASHING THUNDER, AND GLAMOUROUS ILLUMINATION. HER SVELTE MUSCLES, FLEXES BENEATH HER RUGGEDLY SLENDER FEMALE BODY; ELEGANT BODICE RUNNING BENEATH THEIR SILVER SHARDS OF LIGHT. SHE MOVES LIKE LIGHTENING. SOFT SUPPLE CURVES BLENDING INTO THE SAVAGE CARESS OF A COBRA. HUNGRY. EAGER. NEEDING. WANTING.
O HOW THE MOON ILLUMINATES HER IVORY SKIN IN A WAVERING TUMULT OF SOFT VELVET PLATINUM; SO KEEN AND BRIGHT AS A DAGGER. SHE DANCES WITH FERAL GLEE. HIPS COILING A DANCERS' GRACEFUL STRIDE. LIPS CURVING IN A HAUNTING CRESENT SMILE. FEELING THE SWEET RUINOUS RAIN CARESS HER SKIN IN SLEEK CASCADES OF WATER, BRINGS A SUBTLE HISS OF PLEASURE TO SMOTHER UPON THE BANSHEE'S BLACKENED LIPS. HOW LONG AGO, HAD SHE TASTED AUTUMN'S DANCE? SAVOURING ITS SWEET ROTTING LEAVES? ITS HARSH VICTORY UPON HER SKIN, AS SUMMER RELINQUISHED ITS HOT CHOKING HOLD OVER THE LANDS, WITH THE PROMISE OF NOVEMBER'S KISS? O, SHE IS COVETOUS AND HOLLOW AND WANTING, AND A NEED BURNS THROUGH THE FIRE OF HER SOUL. A NEED TO RUN BENEATH THE STARLIGHT AND TASTE THE MOON AND FOREST AND WINTER'S BREATH ACROSS HER FLESH.
WITH EACH SWIFT STRIDE, OUR HELLISH BELLADONA PULLS FORWARD, AS AN AUTUMNAL SIGH DREW ITS SOFT, BREATHY CARESS ACROSS THE LANDS. RAVAGING HER MANE AND TUGGING HER HAIR, WITH ALL THAT DOTING HUNGER OF A LOVER. ACROSS HER BODY, AN ICY RADIANCE CRAWLS. SHE OOZES OF TOXIC BLUE AND THE BLUE ICE OF HER POURS OUT IN FROTHY, UNKEMPT WAVES. WHEN EVANGELINA MOVES, SHE MOVES WITH LIQUID FINESSE. POURING LIKE RAW ICE. POURING AS VIOLET FROST MIGHT CRAWL AND CLING ACROSS A FRIGID LAKE, CRACKLING. SHIFTING. CONSUMING. SHE IS EAGER TO TASTE THE NIGHT AIR, AND TASTE SHE DOES, LOWERING HER FINELY-SCULPTED SKULL TO RELISH THE SWEET BLACKWATER UPON HER MILKY BREATH.
FOR TOO LONG HAS SHE WANDERED. FOR TOO LONG HAS SHE RUN. A WILD CHILD, RECKLESS AND UNTAMED. SHE MEETS THE MOONLIGHT WITH A FAMISHED SIGH; AND THE MOON SIGHS IN TURN, COLD, STILL AND BREATHLESS.
RE: with bloody feet across the hallowed ground - Eik - 02-28-2019
RE: with bloody feet across the hallowed ground - Evangelina - 03-09-2019
the moon bleeds soft songs upon her back. its silver kiss, gleaming like the bright teeth of a hungry jackal. the cool breeze tousles her dark hair; ravenous fingertips, sighing through obsidian curls with all the sweet hunger of an opulent midnight. and yet for all its apparent beauty, evangelina finds nothing beautiful about the desert. she is a child of the night and her heart belongs to the moon. it is only the twilight surrender that sings siren songs in her heart. it is only the endless darkness that captures her soul in an infinite embrace of love and eternity and passion. she loves the darkness and the darkness loves her.
o how she adores the dark that comes after the bright burning day. the black-velvet sin of a starless night, mingling with the silver threads of a full moon. the soft silence, laced with songs of the nocturnal wildlife. the desolate stretch of shadows that lingers, hotly, from sand dune to sand dune. o she was certain she was alone in the oasis. left to her thoughts and endless wandering. that's when a deep voice interrupts the stillness of her heart. stirring her reverie into the wide-awake of blissful innocence. "who is there?" she whispers into the darkness. her piercing blue eyes catching the pale, lean figure of a man that approaches her, calmly.
evangelina's heart beats faster, with the fear of a child faced by the unknown. her ice curls in her veins, pumping arctic malice within her blood. a sudden pain eats at her temple, shredding at her skull like the claws of a wild animal. she raises her head from the water and almost cries out with a soft snarl of threat, of warning. and yet the man wears a kind disposition and appears to be non-threating. who is he? she wonders. vivid blue eyes tracing the grey-silver of his muscles, the swarthy outline of his profile embraced by the evening shadows. her gaze searches him; penetrating blue eyes, fixing upon the paleness of his features. "my parents... they're gone." evangeline is a broken doll as she whispers those words. a pain trembles in her chest, threatening to spill down with tears. she has no home and no where to go. she only hopes this man would be kind to her.
o how she adores the dark that comes after the bright burning day. the black-velvet sin of a starless night, mingling with the silver threads of a full moon. the soft silence, laced with songs of the nocturnal wildlife. the desolate stretch of shadows that lingers, hotly, from sand dune to sand dune. o she was certain she was alone in the oasis. left to her thoughts and endless wandering. that's when a deep voice interrupts the stillness of her heart. stirring her reverie into the wide-awake of blissful innocence. "who is there?" she whispers into the darkness. her piercing blue eyes catching the pale, lean figure of a man that approaches her, calmly.
evangelina's heart beats faster, with the fear of a child faced by the unknown. her ice curls in her veins, pumping arctic malice within her blood. a sudden pain eats at her temple, shredding at her skull like the claws of a wild animal. she raises her head from the water and almost cries out with a soft snarl of threat, of warning. and yet the man wears a kind disposition and appears to be non-threating. who is he? she wonders. vivid blue eyes tracing the grey-silver of his muscles, the swarthy outline of his profile embraced by the evening shadows. her gaze searches him; penetrating blue eyes, fixing upon the paleness of his features. "my parents... they're gone." evangeline is a broken doll as she whispers those words. a pain trembles in her chest, threatening to spill down with tears. she has no home and no where to go. she only hopes this man would be kind to her.
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RE: with bloody feet across the hallowed ground - Eik - 03-16-2019