( *SCREEN: POLUNOCHNAYA ZORYA. )
And yet she wore an aura of being led astray like it was a rich cloak, as to what was running rings around this being Polunochnaya couldn’t place but the air about the other was distinctive. She had seen it on soldiers and spouses and naive children throughout the centuries.
The midnight lady kept her mouth shut on the matter though. Content to let this one remain in their pool of ignorance, subtly being drifted along by a current Media couldn’t feel.
Whatever it was, Polunochnaya hoped it struck Media like a whip across her fine changeable features.
Slender arms lifted and crossed across the Zorya’s chest, attitude souring in time with the arrival of profanity.
“Yes. I did. Shadow has the eye of death cast off him, you may try to take him but it will not work. He is favoured warrior now” Shadow had the blessing of a version of death, from the Slavic pantheon. Only another death deity could shunt it aside and Polunochnaya doubted the new gods had a single one on their side. “Was there more questions for me, little girl?”
eyeing her with suspicion. the first line of fire had been fired beautifully, bodies scattered the battlefield. the rage built up within her. ares had been circling the atmosphere, attaching himself like a leech. media crinkled her features, ‘favoured warrior’? such a pathetic little lie. but if they were happy to believe such illusions then so be their ignorant little minds.
vapour still polluted the freshness of the breeze. a drag of smoke entered her lungs, swirling through her pipes, like a sea through a storm. waves crashing against the rocks. exhaling. media circled her, these witches had to be dealt with. interfering and persistent. the best way to deal with flies was to swat them away. pests. well, the plagues of egypt had destroyed land and sacrificed lives, blood spilled on the steps of palaces. kings fell. a pesticide would wipe them out. a plague no more.
her visage still flawless despite the malice.witch hunts should have continued. these little brats would have been cleansed with the fires of religion. a beautiful death.“ oooh, let me stop and put this in cosmo. a simple yes or no would have done, but like the airy fairies you pathetic little witches are, you have to make everything complicated. ” smoke bled from her lips, blowing into the other’s face. the goddess was stirred but she remained the subtle art. bright eyed, she smiled. pearly whites exposed. “ little girl? ooh, you’re a darling! and what of this whisper of the technical boy? your disgusting name keeps circling him... like a vulture over a corpse. ”
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