Beastly Harlot
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She walked away with lithe accenting every movement of her body. Such confidence in her stride as a slight grimace touched the eyes of those happening to gaze upon her. It was a rare event, her being seen by the public eye, being that she loathed being secluded in her home, refusing to deal with the affairs of the world above. Her hair was a silky charcoal color, that ended short, leaving the ends fringed and choppy, yet fitting her slim facial features adequately. Her aura gave off a melancholy feeling, though her facial expression towards her targets was condescending.

"Pitiful. Disgusting. Worthless."

She gazed up at the ashen sky, which seemed to resonate a darker mood today. Maybe it was telling her something, maybe that is why she had risen from her home today. What a pity, that she only found incompetent fools.

"Why would I dare associate myself with people such as this? One by one, they will all crumble into dust, when they fail to realize the true resolution is just to seclude yourself away... Even my comrades have fallen."

Her hand clutched tightly around her ivory staff, with birch spiraling up it like vines, till it reached the crested emerald at the top, which illuminated teal. Bindings wrapped around the base, very important bindings, her most precious belongings. The souls of the ones damned to her ruling, the ones closest to her, the ones who would never betray her, even if they wanted to. But one was extremely special to her, the soul of the son of the man she loved dearly, Jasper.