followers had been butchered. blood spilled throughout his containment. no such luck had come from her acolytes [ & ] their approaches. patience was wearing rather thin, the web barely clinging on. our lady spider was elegant in her saunter, walking through the halls of baba yaga castle. her many arachnid children watching on as she would go to enter where the wolf was being temporarily held. form held pride, ghostly features were obscured behind webbed fan; it was her eyes that pierced. gazing over the gothic accessory.
[ @yourburdens / malito. ]
" you've caused quite the disturbance. " her voice was strong, echoing with pride as she entered the large room [ ... ] it was poorly lit, as was the rest of her castle. " ever since you've been brought here it's been nothing more than a nuisance. i've lost count with how many of my followers you've killed in only a matter of three days. " then why put up with him? why bother keeping him here? the witch could hear the beast within shadows, staying in the darkest parts of the chamber. " yet you hesitate to kill me. why is that? surely you long for my soul, do you not? "
