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Rȗҽ

The wind howled in anger,past the dying trees. They were black like tar, creepy with branches bared of leaves. The air is stuffy, its odour of decaying corpses.

The ground is damp beneath my boots, moss around the base of the trees. My violet eyes scan the ugly area and noted that there was unmistakably witch dust scattered around.This place reeked of death.

It is no wonder the dark witches come here. It certainly suits them well, ugly and nasty. Smelly too.

Cylester claws pinch through the material of my cloak, touching my bare flesh underneath. The green dress I wore did not have straps, or any material to cover my shoulder.

The silk dress ended just below my knees, a split on the sides to show off my creamy flesh. My knee high black boots fitted my feet, making me all the more intimidating and beautiful.

"Cylester withdraw your claws from my cloak, you are nearly piercing my flesh." I muttered wh