< im bored > [ alibi ] -- The Black Lands

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< the faint lather of blood was smeared upon now closing labia, enveloping the flesh-gashing enamel behind a curtain of crimson. she allowed her jugular to be squeezed, it wasnt all that bad actually. probably a bruise? jaw gapes, excavating a mere yawn from cavity, observing the antics of the preparing alibi. bubbled notes concocted within the cauldron of the witch, somewhat spilling in amusement of this so called 'gaurd'. chords drift lazily against hindquarters, lazulic ooid gazing from beneath the matted entanglement of forelock, auricles hovering at a half-mast stature, before heading in the direction of the one she seemed to be drawn to, ironic. glancing back, she halts, pivoting to state a few final words >

< alibi; you bore me. a squeeze to the jugular here, and a kick to the chest there. i believe my work is done. you are left with a torn ear, and two somewhat severely damaged hind legs. take that as a lesson, and once you get a bit better at quarrels, ill come back, and beat you up some more >

< massive shoulders seemed to vertically heave in a shrug, before turning and lingering towards the painted macabre. single auid remained upon the wench incase she decided to pull some more stupidity upon her, in which she would once again just beat the shit out of her and dismiss herself. she left the other standing there, wallowing in her own humility. it was fun in the beginning, but it only lasted so long. it gets boring when you stand there, twisted there neck for.. lets see.. a few lot of minutes? the foam that had developed along cornors of mouth soon trickled free from facials, allowing the droplets of blood to dry upon lips. her peregrination continued as she neared her comrade, silenced once again >