Dance With the Devil

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Here I stand, helpless and left for dead.
Close your eyes, so many days go by.
Easy to find what's wrong,
harder to find what's right.
I believe in you, I can show you that
I can see right through all your empty lies.
I won't stay long, in this world so wrong.

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The vixen advanced in a two-beat tempo across the terra. Daggers carrying her lightly barely touching the sod below them. She tossed her nape in pure boredom. This was not a the typical place you would find her. She belonged somewhere fit for a queen. Sure this place was beautiful, but not fit for a queen in her own mind. She'd show others one day on just how powerful she could be. The vixens daggers stopped to listen to her surroundings, her auds picked up rivers, forests, and pastures of billowing weeds. Another thought ran threw her head. Why would some anti-social lass come strolling threw a land that was meant for socializing. It made no sense. She made no sense. To most she seemed like some unsolveable riddle that people would only leave frusterated with her. And this amused her. No one could stand being close to her unless they had something she wanted. But what exactly was it she wanted? Some place to call her own? Someone to love? A family perhaps? Thats for you to find out, and for her to decide.

Her optics scanned the meadow which soon turned into a forest. Was it to late to go back now? Back into hiding where it was just herself. The thoughts danced around in her tiaria. Oh, how she wanted to run back and hide. But she was raised better. This wasn't the first time she had ran. But she sure hoped it would be her last. She wanted to get past her oldself. She did not want to goo back. Her pelt quivered at the memories she tried erasing time after time, yet they never left her crainuim. It must have been some curse the gods had put on her for fleeing. Well, punishment was one thing she could take well. The vixen swallowed hard letting the saliva dampen her dry inner-nape. She followed the sound of water trickling down a fast moving stream, the rapids sounded more like heaven then anything else right now, it had been to long since she last had anything of that substance. As she approached the liquid stream, she optics studied the land seeing if anything would attack while she was vunerable to this new world she had set foot on. And nothing was there besides some singing birds which flew over head in the trees, but they were not on her mind of worries. So the vixen lowered her tiria and let her mug take in some liquid that slowly entered her throat. After she had enough, she lifted her head heaven-ward. trickles on water dripped off her mug. She stepped in the water cooling off her daggers, she only submerged them a few inches, but it was enough to suffice her exhaustion.

Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight.
Don't you dare look at him in the eye,
as we dance with the devil tonight.

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