THE CRONE
Thrumming. Her heart danced to a thunderous beat. Silence was no longer deafening, but peaceful, glowing and glorious. And then,
Snap
"Let us be lost together." She had him, her prize was won and oh how delightful it tasted upon her tongue. A wicked smile pulled at darkened lips.
Blessed be the stars that willed him to me. Perhaps the first of many? Ah yes, the crone thought with delight. Her first mark upon this world. This new life.
Dark nose trailed over shadow-kissed fur. She would draw in the scent of musk and delight, allowing the coppery tang to flood her senses, to draw her in. To allow her body to surrender. Just for one moment, one peaceful moment.
Dare she would fade into the darkness.
-Fade to black/exit.-
"We are all young and naive still."
