birth of venus ♦ venus guytrap

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115 words.
cave floor bones.

The maiden laid with the dragon for three days and three nights.

She had been a human sacrifice to the monster that was destroying the village. A horrifying and beautiful dragon, the color of an open gash. A glistening, gleaming wound. Large disc-like scales thicker than bone or even iron. He moved with slow, slinkiness. A grace not often found in non-feline beasts.

With his forked tongue pressed against her skin, he lisped out words. Blood, meat, bones, flesh. She whimpered as his tongue scratched away layers of her skin, leaving heat blisters on her like territorial markings. His eyes were bright and colorless, and she couldn't look anywhere else.

'You belong to me now' he wheezed.

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1. Would you ever go to have your fortune told? If yes, would/did you take it very seriously?

Nooo I haven't. I would be open-minded, I guess. :3

2. If you built a maze around your most beloved treasure, what materials would you use for the maze, and what would that treasure happen to be?

Hm. My treasures would be my family and friends, favorite books and dvds, notebooks, sketchbooks, and all that other material crap I love. I would build a maze with layers of brick, straw and stick. -- no one would huff and puff my maze down, hur hur hur.

3. You're a wolf in the wilderness and you come across a little girl with her basket of treats. You approach her; she doesn't scream. She puts the basket on the ground, pushes it toward you and then starts moving out of sight. What do you do, wolfie?

Well after I snatched up the sweets I'd follow ol' red all the way to grandma's house for a movie marathon, obviously.

4. Disregarding cost and the fickle tastes of the modern fashion police, what style of clothing (from any period of time and any country) would you most like to wear?

I love period clothing! Perhaps flapper clothing from the twenties, but I really adore regency dresses and corsets as well - the clothes are so frilly and girly but are still somehow completely badass.

5. When you were young, what was your most highly prized possession?

My stuffed animals! I never had an imaginary friend (though now I wish I did) but I talked to my dolls, my favourite was a stuffed bear named Charlie who I carried everywhere. He was a proper gentlemen and I imagined he spoke with a posh Brit accent.

These questions made me smile. :3
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i am a heart that you call home
and i've written pages upon pages
trying to rid you from my bones

- the decemberists, the engine driver

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