wolfiius:
' ————ackerman. a dull tone. it rips through her tongue & sinks venom between pearled teeth. summon hell’s fire and a lone twisting vine—- coiling around that is her bare spine. * a bitter take of breath; these azure eyes are yet but void—- because she is naught but dead. she is but a hollow corpse; her rotten flesh & her decaying skin—- she is so close, so fond of death. within her she harvests withered stars and unearthly moons; she—- meddling with the hands of death, does not exist.
Eyes of abyssal inferno ignite within the waters of unending depths, black, dark, and dreary. They are stained with the events of such haunting past and do not hesitate to rid of what stands in their way. A mark of a warrior, the strength that shrouds the weakness, lowering and lowering its levels until it exists no more. She is unearthly and she is powerful. The gates in which voice does not hide behind, but sits idly by, are open if only to reveal the dull speech that would flicker from tongue's movement and throat's correspondence. She speaks.
‘ You're in the way. ’













