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Post by [MEGan!] on Dec 17, 2008 1:35:15 GMT -5
Empty is the sky before the sun comes up
Riddle 1392 Female Demon - Friesian cross Black 24.1
Empty are the eyes of animals in cages
Mellow. Malignant. Stone hearted. Brutal. Bloodthirsty. Snide. Quiet. Observant. Loathing. Careless. Unresponsive. Violent. Antisocial. Blunt. Intelligent. Impulsive.
Empty are the faces of women in mourning
Like any demon, Riddle is tall and lithe, with a gaunt frame. Her mane is thick and heavy and long. Her tail matches. Across her left shoulder, her flesh lays open as does her hind right leg. The lower half of her face, where her muzzle once was, has deteriorated and a mouthful of hungry, crooked teeth gape from jaws of solid bone with fangs deadly at just under 4 inches. Her pelt is the deepest of blacks, almost an abyss. Her eyes are cold and merciless, a smoky slate gray. Her hooves are jagged and worn, with a razor sharp dew claw protruding from her feathered hocks. A crooked scar splits her face from the edge of her lips and across her cheek in a ragged pattern.
When everything has been taking from them
There's yet to be anyone she's met; but be wary of her spite.
Me? Don't ask me about empty
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