#isnoninja

❝ What am I, chopped liver? ❞

                                  a samurai tale told by jolyne.  ©

❝  Can  I  touch  it ??   Please ,   please ,   please ,   please    —    Puh-lease  !!  ❞

         ------------- picks up the last SLICE.

“What does your blade do exactly?” It seemed sharp under the pale moonlight, extremely dangerous too and she seemed to be the right one to turn this object into something lethal. But of course, lethal or not, she doesn’t have all the luck in her side, the witch could be quicker, perhaps this woman came to hunt her down and finish her for good. “Trust me, defying me will cost you everything.”

@isnoninja well that's a great question but actually La Llorona is not considered a cryptid but more of a wandering spirit. But now this is a fun fact and probably is one of the most wtf things in the universe but, at least, every country has their own myth of La Llorona. Of course the original myth is said to be from Mexico and is associated with La Malinche, which is an important piece between the relation of the Spanish conquerors and the Nahualts, and also became Hernan Cortez' bride. However that's another story, but some people say that the story of La Malinche was the pillar for the story of La Llorona. In my case, where I live, La Llorona originally when she was alive, was married to a colonel that, of course, he got into an affair with another woman, and the wife went to a lake very known here and drowned herself with the kid they had. There are many different versions of the story but we all call it La Llorona because is similar to the original myth. In my country there aren't many cryptids, La Luz Mala y el Chupacabras are mostly folktales but what we have more are ghost stories. So yeah, La Llorona is not exactly a cryptid but more of a specter wandering around and scaring people bc... yeah

              The man blinked and probably the woman did too. In the next second, he FOUND himself to pin her against the booth wall (both hands rested over her slender smooth waist) as their lips exchanged profound passionate contact and rhythm.