Royal-Chaos

Her body, while only alive for barely twenty years, will take, in my opinion, another two hundred to be fully decomposed. The days of rotting flesh, vermin and foul gasses have long passed, but it was sufficiently elongated as to drive away all who would interfere with this interment process. Those who fear the distorted sleeping face of an abandoned physical shell and refuse to return to this isolated field have forever left behind the possibility of laying eyes on a genuine treasure of fated circumstance.   A single stroke of lightning, gulfed down with an ocean of rain, curved her into a cloudy figure of glass, as though she had

Adoration. Prelude. Dedication to: Miranda Ray; because she was the one that put the plot before me and told me to run with it. Liquor is a enormously unmistakable smell, it was hard to miss when it came to people, it covered their clothes, and their breath, some liquors smelled nicer then others, usually the ones that Cheval drank smelled nice but today was different, she looked as though she was in a miserable stupor. It didn't seem to faze her when I traveled to her feet sitting on them with that defiant look in my eyes baring up at her with a questionable desire to know what it was that gotten into her, she then glanced in my direction,