undead girl
@shecallsthemoondown
"mother," cried the beasts,
"make of us your fingers. we shall become as a fist." ----------------------- A warped silhouette rising up under moonlight.
Mentally unwell and proud of it.
Not the most sociable, but we try to be friendly.
Fond of women, blood, leather, darkness, and giving up.
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Part of the undead girl sisterhood. ----------------------- and when the gods saw the cathedral, they were afraid, because not even their limitless propensity for vengeance had produced a thing of such horrible beauty.