01-08-2020, 09:19 PM
A femme fatale of the public, dressed in wickedness
If this shallow love is what you call love
There was a very thin line of been reincarnated as new purely repurposed soul, and becoming a demon, or some form of death related omen, to haunt all of humanity and its creations into the next eon. Some people pass into the afterlife quietly, without a qualm at peace with their choices of what they had made in life, but some made enough noise to echo for the rest of the time.
Regina was unfortunate to never even come close to that, history had made sure her name was run through the mud, burned, and forgotten only to be remembered in hushed whispers around the fireplace, and in texts so ancient and fragile that those who find them were afraid of breathing on them, would cause more harm than the state they were in.
The golden tinted serval feline, her gait light and agile, her eyes a rich golden amber hue narrowed into slits, after finding that she awakens in this body, apparently, the gods were merciful or she was finding out that she had no choice but to serve the rest of her time, whatever sins that she had committed in the span of her sovereign. Her slim tail slowly swishing behind her.
Her jewelry always accenting and glinting sharply in the sunlight, has the woman carried on with her head raised up high, unafraid, but uncertain of the land that she was now walking into. This was not her own, her own time had come and gone.
For all she knew, she might have become some sort of ghoul, of which wouldn’t have surprised her, for she would love to haunt those who played her wrong, all those years ago. Especially, their remaining ancestors.
"speech here."
Regina was unfortunate to never even come close to that, history had made sure her name was run through the mud, burned, and forgotten only to be remembered in hushed whispers around the fireplace, and in texts so ancient and fragile that those who find them were afraid of breathing on them, would cause more harm than the state they were in.
The golden tinted serval feline, her gait light and agile, her eyes a rich golden amber hue narrowed into slits, after finding that she awakens in this body, apparently, the gods were merciful or she was finding out that she had no choice but to serve the rest of her time, whatever sins that she had committed in the span of her sovereign. Her slim tail slowly swishing behind her.
Her jewelry always accenting and glinting sharply in the sunlight, has the woman carried on with her head raised up high, unafraid, but uncertain of the land that she was now walking into. This was not her own, her own time had come and gone.
For all she knew, she might have become some sort of ghoul, of which wouldn’t have surprised her, for she would love to haunt those who played her wrong, all those years ago. Especially, their remaining ancestors.
"speech here."
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