𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗧 , 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 - 𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 smell of death , a fume akin to bitter copper were it not for its familiarity . ( Inhale , exhale ——— how his lungs revel in the gravel that scrapes against his airways . ) ‘Tis the so - called QUEEN OF DEATH ITSELF that he approaches , a looming storm by his own right , the almost gentle clatter of armor and gear trailing behind him like hounds snapping at the heels of he who commands them . “ You’re still hunting . GOOD ! Undeath hasn’t dulled your instincts , it seems ———- but the whole world ? ” She’s ambitious , and terribly so , but even the mightiest of eaters is at the mercy of bone splinters . “ Take care not to choke . ”
𝗔 𝗦𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗧 , 𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 𝗔 snarl . “ Or do . It makes little difference to me . ”
@rotcraft· thought I was joking .
IT CLUNG TO HER NOW , HEAVILY . she had become DEATH , embracing it to the fullest extent ! wisps of blackened smoke spiraled around her form , the will & way of the BANSHEE QUEEN . truly , this visit was of no surprise to her , though the circumstances were rather different this time , weren’t they ? she allowed her crimson gaze to meet his own , ABOMINATIONS DARE NOT STOP HIM ----- ‘ yet here you are . ‘ she began , voice echoed in her undeath . ‘ the only hunt for me now is the living , you see . ‘ voice was soft with words , but something playful underlying her tone , ‘ if anything , undeath has heightened them . i’m even impervious to something as trivial as choking , now . ‘ ---- a smirk .
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