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melynxt
Guest
*a young veluptuous female human with long brown hair approaches the thorn tree with a parchment. Soft leather sandals seem to scuff the grass beneath her. Her expression seems blank, her right forearm, bleeding slightly. She slaps the parchment onto a thorn and turns, walking away without a word. *
*the note seems to be written in a dark red liquid, which appears to be still wet somewhat. Written in a simple print common, it reads:
~The End
the girl dances alone
she moves thru the air with grace
on her shoulder rests a stone
but a smile appears on her face
feet placement labored
hard to stand now
is this what its all for
she crashes to the ground
silence
a chilled breeze stirs
the girl lays still
flutterings of leaves
brush past the form
shes in a hole
you cant get her out
even if you wanted
her ladder burned
blackness
the blood rises
and will soon spill
cold grows the body
of those you kill
enjoy hell
the fire will warm you nicely
goodbye.
M~
*after reading the parchment, one might figure out, the 'ink' it has been written in, is not ink at all. Tis blood, rather.*
*the note seems to be written in a dark red liquid, which appears to be still wet somewhat. Written in a simple print common, it reads:
~The End
the girl dances alone
she moves thru the air with grace
on her shoulder rests a stone
but a smile appears on her face
feet placement labored
hard to stand now
is this what its all for
she crashes to the ground
silence
a chilled breeze stirs
the girl lays still
flutterings of leaves
brush past the form
shes in a hole
you cant get her out
even if you wanted
her ladder burned
blackness
the blood rises
and will soon spill
cold grows the body
of those you kill
enjoy hell
the fire will warm you nicely
goodbye.
M~
*after reading the parchment, one might figure out, the 'ink' it has been written in, is not ink at all. Tis blood, rather.*
