satan's shadow

THE TIGER OF WRATH IS WISER THAN THE HORSE OF INSTRUCTION.

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                      A small huff of  amusement escapes thin lips as                       It materializes  from the shadows. Humans were                       such odd beings  in  the grand scheme of things,                       occupying    their time     with   frivolous,  tedious                       tasks     that   It    couldn’t wrap   It’s head around.

                                            “You’re doing it wrong.” It teases, raising a fine                                                eyebrow         to       emphasis       It’s        point.

     Dark hues roll effortlessly as her fingers rake      through equally dark hair, a sigh parting her      lips as she turned to face It. “I’m not doing it      wrong—- I’m doing it differently.” Cecily bites      her cheek, crossing her arms. “Don’t judge me.” 

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    with a sharp  [ c l i c k ]  of It’s tongue, Andras approaches      the girl with a fluid ease, giving her a quick once over, before     shrugging a hand in the pocket of It’s jacket. “I’m telling you,     from experience, you need to part it down the middle.”

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marquxs:

         It picks at It’s cuticles, studying the being in front of It.          Such an odd presence  they were, but nonetheless it          was   something  to keep  It  entertained for  the  time                                                being.

        “And who are you?” It  coos, lifting It’s  gaze from  the          previous    task     of     gnawing     at     It’s    cuticles.

        It was quite apparent to Angelique that this was no ordinary man.        As a witch herself, she could sense that he was other;        ❛ in league with the devil, ❜  as that fanatic Trask would say.        What she could not discern yet was just how powerful this being was…        …and would he make a useful ally?

        Angelique was determined to find that out.

        ❛ Why, I am no one of importance, Monsieur…  ❜ she answered lightly,        a pleasing French lilt affecting her words, ❛ …merely a servant of the DuPres family.        I imagine that your business, if you have any, would lie with them. ❜

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   Andras finds humor in her assumption, and gives a soft    huff of amusement, before stepping towards her. The crude    form It now occupied could only pick up the slightest flaw in    the energy that surrounded the woman in front of It. A psychic,   perhaps? It doesn’t know, but stays on the side of caution                                   nonetheless. 

          “Hm, no, I don’t believe I have any business with the DuPres            family.” It gives her a once over, a sly grin coming over sharp            features, “You, however, pique my interest mad’am    and I             must ask for a name.”

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with friends like these, who needs anemones? [inversion process] (6-7), 2015

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neonqod​

                      A small huff of  amusement escapes thin lips as                       It materializes  from the shadows. Humans were                       such odd beings  in  the grand scheme of things,                       occupying    their time     with   frivolous,  tedious                       tasks     that   It    couldn’t wrap   It’s head around.

                                            “You’re doing it wrong.” It teases, raising a fine                                                eyebrow         to       emphasis       It’s        point.

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collinwcod

          It picks at It’s cuticles, studying the being in front of It.           Such an odd presence  they were, but nonetheless it           was   something  to keep  It  entertained for  the  time                                                 being.

         “And who are you?” It  coos, lifting It’s  gaze from  the           previous    task     of     gnawing     at     It’s    cuticles.

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                                       “  And, behold, they cried out, saying,                                            What   have   we   to  do  with   you,                                            Jesus you      Son  of  God?    have                                            you    come   here  to   torment   us                                            before                 the                  time?  ”