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At her side she has her pet roach, who's nerves are as shaky as its antennae, and her trusty daggers, laden with poison. She trusts her swords, and that poison, to get the job done. No one asks her of her right hand, which is large and built for tearing flesh. No one asks what beasts’ teeth decorate her shoulders, or what devilish force makes her eyes glow gold. They don’t care for her deteriorated limbs, which are as powerful as three man’s healthy muscle, or for her face, which shows both sides of her. She could’ve been royalty, like her ears speak of, but that doesn’t matter.

They don’t care that she is dead, and that her stomach has rotted away over the years- all they care about is her figure, that she keeps from a hardy diet of humans.


this goes out to WoW.
the weirdos (: