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your name...ㅤ❞
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blessing every single one in her drug induced haze of confidence.

Awaiting what her gut told her would come.

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Bystanders witnessing as her kuru coils in with his﹑ a tight grip around before blowing her drug into a single nostril.
Constructing the man in her psychotic ways the people chant .. cheer. This was their god after all ; she was

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wavering overhead﹑ her eye tattoo hovering close to the rabbits eyes.
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❝ ... i need a look. ❞

No blades to her hands as the paler trecks closer... the bright red headpiece being the best looker — shes looking for value.

❝ where are ... your people ? ❞

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retracting suddenly.

❝ change. I prepare.
We feast soon. ❞

A digit points to a loincloth 𖬺. collection of bone adornments on a countertop﹑ Turning her own back to prepare something.
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ㅤᅠᅠᅠᅠa darkened hand is held up. Is it in surrender or ... command to hold fire ?

❝ rude ... i only come to say hello ... ❞

That smirk tells other stories. Other truths that aren◝ t said out loud﹑ till advancing closer.

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touching .

❝ you... get out of my head ..
I meant it.. i .. do not fear you... Zitze hllepton ... ~ ❞

ㅤᅠᅠthrough the rainbows 𖬺. shakey vision the false goddess leans closer— Up on her toes to the higher beasts face. Fear can be countered...

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Was it a challenge.. ? Something tells her to look around.
Hes haunting her again.

Varang startled upon first vision grows into a smirk﹑ the queen◝ s eyes dilated as a prowling slow strut is done his way.
Black fingertips reaching ... but not

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a calmer walk to her tent..

Thats when shes collapsing into the circle of her floor towards the mixed powders made. A lighter color of green is inhaled as the na'vi in red sighs something of relief.

He ... wasn◝ t real. . This was her mind.

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Through her effort to stay controlled men instruct to dump blood down her front — twirling till the drops dried ..

Yet he never got further﹑ till he was in her face the woman is howling before making her end ; playing off

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queen◝ s screech brings attention. Bows drawn .. the celebration continues.

... wh... with everyone dancing .. it was hard to notice the face that was dancing closer towards her. From the fire the spirit of eywas soldier emerges to taught.

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to give her godly confidence as she prowls from her tent.. blades twirling —

prepared for her dance around the townspeople 𖬺. feast.

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people leaping through the flames with drums 𖬺. music.

She was ... trying to calm in her cabin. Painting her face with thicker paint﹑ doning her necklace of kurus — bones hollowed to be instruments. A quick dose of drugs to her system was enough

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