MY SECRET SIDE I KEEP, HID UNDER LOCK AND KEY
'I KEEP IT CAGED BUT I CAN'T CONTROL IT
Silence. The roars of the masked tranquility lingered in the crisp air that showed no signs of life. The moving winds that advanced towards the large building were buried deep within the foliage of the spooky forest. The crimson fluid gracefully escaped the scar vertically spread over her left eye and slid down her pale cheek, reaching the ground. With a swift move of her hand, she wiped the blood off that now spread over her hand but that didn't bother her.
She advanced towards the colossal monument which radiated an aura of peril and uncertainty. Any mundane being would have turned around and away from this place but not her. Her emerald gaze scrutinized the what lay ahead of her before the corner of her lips lifted upwards to form a small smirk. Her long, black covered legs strode towards the destination before pushing the large gate and without any hesitance, entering the dreaded destination; the Savage Skull Guild hall. The eerie silence dripped from the unseen ceiling which faded into darkness and reached the bottom. The only sound that could be heard was the movement of her feet as the small heel in her boots grazed the concrete floor.
Savage Skull, a guild renowned for the evil that lies within, was where she chose to go. Basilisk Fang had failed to muse her for long, resulting in her departure from that place. That was the guild which she did not care of, not when she was a part of it and not even when she was the guild master. There was no grantee that she would become a loyal accomplice to the guild in which she stood, but the weird feeling that crawled through her was one of amusement. She had a feeling that she would certainly enjoy being in this place.
Her emerald hues glistening in the dimply lit atmosphere as her long crimson hair swayed slowly in sync with the movement of her feet. She was here, she was at the guild she had heard so much about and she was ready to enjoy herself by bringing more misery to those already miserable.
She advanced towards the colossal monument which radiated an aura of peril and uncertainty. Any mundane being would have turned around and away from this place but not her. Her emerald gaze scrutinized the what lay ahead of her before the corner of her lips lifted upwards to form a small smirk. Her long, black covered legs strode towards the destination before pushing the large gate and without any hesitance, entering the dreaded destination; the Savage Skull Guild hall. The eerie silence dripped from the unseen ceiling which faded into darkness and reached the bottom. The only sound that could be heard was the movement of her feet as the small heel in her boots grazed the concrete floor.
Savage Skull, a guild renowned for the evil that lies within, was where she chose to go. Basilisk Fang had failed to muse her for long, resulting in her departure from that place. That was the guild which she did not care of, not when she was a part of it and not even when she was the guild master. There was no grantee that she would become a loyal accomplice to the guild in which she stood, but the weird feeling that crawled through her was one of amusement. She had a feeling that she would certainly enjoy being in this place.
Her emerald hues glistening in the dimply lit atmosphere as her long crimson hair swayed slowly in sync with the movement of her feet. She was here, she was at the guild she had heard so much about and she was ready to enjoy herself by bringing more misery to those already miserable.
MEL @ WW