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The glassy, eldritch gleam, so cold and sharp, held my reflected form in a chilling glimpse of a world beyond.
OH MY GOSSSHHHH
Zevander kept on and whistled for his horse, a cursed stallion who was as dark as pitch. A breed only found on the harsh and violent plains of Draconysia. The clack of its hooves reached Zevander through the darkness, and it came to a halt before him, its eyes as black as coal and fangs dripping with the blood of a recent kill.
So fucking epic
His patience unraveled in loose stitches with the angry veins that protruded from his neck, his black pupils swallowing the fiery gold and orange, and the ease of his grasp confirmed how effortlessly he could snap my windpipe.
“You don’t have to look threatening to be threatening. Perceived weakness is your most vicious weapon.
“Everything is poison with the proper dose. Even you.”
“I crave every part of you with an ungodly voracity.”
“Fear inspires strength.”
