. it was one of those days when you just couldn't go fast enough- the wind hollored in and out of the thickly woven coppice and a pale, warmthless daystar peered with thin rays through a heavy ceiling. it was such a crappy day, in vendetta's opinion .
. quartette guided the svelte curvature from her citadel within the centenials, obsiddian so light upon the marl that no imprint had been left behind. zeniths twitched upon the well crafted skull; charcoal orbits were alive and dangerous, suspicious of every bird, every branch, everything .
. vendetta had never really been one to barge in and crash the party, so she instead allowed herself to drift aimlessly, back and forth across the borderline of the estates. eventually she stopped, growing bored and not seeing anything to converse with .
. billows pulsated, senses scouring the domain for near offenses; and upon finding none, the serpentine uncoiled, and the apex began its descent. jaw unhinged, the silver fangs were unleashed to do their damage upon what little grassoline could be salvaged here. growing listless, vendetta rose her gaze just a bit, and only to see a pretty little daisy flower. and promptly, with a look of utmost disgust on the finely taper countenance, fore plinth was used to smash the lovely little plant back into the earch from once it came .
. vendetta was a lovely thing, herself; she was a nice height, lean and muscular, and of the deepest hue of ebony. she had that certain, oh, flair, i believe is the word. attitude .
. nape wound up again, intelligent visionaries sent to study the landscape. growing bored, an even soprano chorus was rejuvenated within the vocalbox, escaping the maw just before she could take it back .
[i think that got longer than it was supposed to. lol]
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