𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘
prepped by the all-caring Baker
matriarch thoughtfully shared
to recent addition to the family
( as per request by youngest
daughter ); yet, constant refusal
reverberated unpleasantly
within makeshift chamber.
Rusted utensil»
»'Tween them.
How could a mold-infested corse
perceive such sensation, after all.
Her expression twisted into a
loud displeasure afore a sharp
slash through the air, followed
by a fierceful dorsum strike
to the brunette's cheek.
Hard, yet dissatisfying.
Windpipe rattles in a serrated
gurgle as gardening shears be
pried from their central point ;
folded blades saturated in am
- algam of sanguine - obsidian
ichor. Spurting wound hastily
reknitting from received mar.
𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂͟𝐔͟𝐍͟𝐓.
Trachea open - cleaved courtesy
of grime - marred keratin ———
Tissue not sliced , rather torn wi
- th animalistic vigor ; * spurting
vibrance o’er a wallpaper peeled
- tile flooring surface. How unfla
- ttering , prey’s death gurgle.
She, aware of 𝘔𝘪𝘢's acts
so imprudent, and she
disliked it, greatly.
( Special ) guest had been
too quiet as of late, and it is
about time to shatter that
silence into a thousand pieces.
"We welcomed you as family,
why can't you see that?
Why can't you just accept it?"
"Now, where'd that girl get to?"
Matriarch asked aloud 'self, wandering about—near and
around the Old House; and an
attempt to @ACunningVixen's
last known whereabouts.
A escapee.
Much like any other
ungrateful souls seem'd to be.
Right, unholy hand gripped»
»Lantern tight as ( in ) humanly
possible—an assay to pry
it would cause serious injury,
or regrettable deaths.
Night time—too cold, too quiet.
In fact, 𝙩𝙤𝙤 silent. Marguerite,
with the sliver of approval;
but naught is to be done just yet
'til @ACunningVixen is found.