09-09-2022, 05:20 PM
“Help!” A wretched song, a bleating cry that wailed above the driving tide of the storm.
The desperation sang beneath the swell of brontide and smattering of rain. A child—if but a single gyre old—fled from beneath the villain’s clenches. Once, she lay straddled beneath the cruel hound that sought to ravage the flesh and scribe violence across flesh.
But revealing yourself, the whelp was forgotten.
In a moment, those sinister Oseth eyes locked onto you. A horned beast, whose antlers shook beneath the flash of lightning and another resounding clatter of thunder, advanced towards you. His sinister grin splitting the length of an inky jawline, those rows of teeth hungrily revealed in an invitation for rough play.
{Care to dance?} Sang the lanky stranger, ropey limbs spread beneath—no longer paying heed to his original victim, giving not a glance as the youth scrambled off into the shadows. Leaving only you, you and the Exile.
So, stranger—do you dare?
Do you dare dance with the devil on this dark and stormy night?
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The desperation sang beneath the swell of brontide and smattering of rain. A child—if but a single gyre old—fled from beneath the villain’s clenches. Once, she lay straddled beneath the cruel hound that sought to ravage the flesh and scribe violence across flesh.
But revealing yourself, the whelp was forgotten.
In a moment, those sinister Oseth eyes locked onto you. A horned beast, whose antlers shook beneath the flash of lightning and another resounding clatter of thunder, advanced towards you. His sinister grin splitting the length of an inky jawline, those rows of teeth hungrily revealed in an invitation for rough play.
{Care to dance?} Sang the lanky stranger, ropey limbs spread beneath—no longer paying heed to his original victim, giving not a glance as the youth scrambled off into the shadows. Leaving only you, you and the Exile.
So, stranger—do you dare?
Do you dare dance with the devil on this dark and stormy night?
{Well?}