𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐦

☦︎︎ 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗶𝘁.”

[𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐦 @LADYOFTHEHlVE]

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“𝐀𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐬
𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐱
𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫…”

#HorrorRP | #FantasyRP

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[𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐦 @LADYOFTHEHlVE]

A quiet, unassuming brownstone.

She's found that with a few neighborly greetings and waves, humans are so quick to give you little notice.

[𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐦 @LADYOFTHEHlVE]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𓆣 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𓆣

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[𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻 - 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 (H) @ThyBleedingLamb]

𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐲. . .

a multi-muse account featuring monstrous women, pinned by https://t.co/CJFzq2bjxY.

— ∘∙⊱⋅•⋅⊰∙∘ —

( ! ) . . .
𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜, 𝐦𝐯,
𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐰/𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦

[𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐦 @LADYOFTHEHlVE]

𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵...

...𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴...

[𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐦 @LADYOFTHEHlVE]

Drinking the priest's liquified organs...

𝘈 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵...

[𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐦 @LADYOFTHEHlVE]

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮...

[𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐦 @LADYOFTHEHlVE]

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⠀ 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴…

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[𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐦 @LADYOFTHEHlVE]

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮...

[𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐦 @LADYOFTHEHlVE]

— a great curiosity in your eyes.”

She curls her legs in front of her, settling in.

“Are you a scholar? A student of sorts?”

The eggs give the slightest of movements in the corner, the fetal-esque larvae squirming within.

[𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐦 @LADYOFTHEHlVE]

Sipping her drink, a wry smile falls on her lips.

“Interesting creatures…” she repeats, clearly amused at the phrase.

Wide eyes gaze over at her guest.

“I could tell you were no ordinary traveler,” she explained, gaze locking on the woman. “You have —

[𝕯𝖗. 𝐊𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖎 𝐌𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖓𝖆 —— 🍁🥀 @flowersandbIood]

been studying interesting creatures as I come across them in my travels.”

She’d filled out nearly a dozen journals full of notes and sketches already.

“Would you mind if I… looked more closely at them sometime? And asked a few questions?”

[𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐦 @LADYOFTHEHlVE]

@HerHealingHands //Hehehe 😁

[𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐦 @LADYOFTHEHlVE]

— drink, the tea /incredibly/ sweet, just how she liked it…

[𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐦 @LADYOFTHEHlVE]

The woman returns from the kitchen with two glasses and a pitcher of iced tea.

At her guest’s question, Essaim’s eyes glance over at the pile of eggs in the corner.

Blackened forms, toddler-sized forms can be seen squirming slowly beneath the pale shells.

“Oh yes,” the —

[𝕯𝖗. 𝐊𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖎 𝐌𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖓𝖆 —— 🍁🥀 @flowersandbIood]

thirsty from a day full of walking. But her words trail off when she notices the giant translucent sacks in the corner.

Her eyes go wide.

“Are those… eggs…?”

[𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐦 @LADYOFTHEHlVE]

host answers cheerfully, setting the tray on the table.

“But don’t worry, you’ll hardly notice them,” she explained, filling the glasses.

“They’re such good little things…” she cooed, casting a loving smile toward her brood.

Picking up her glass, she took a —

[𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐦 @LADYOFTHEHlVE]

— you like a drink?” she asked, heading for the kitchen.

[𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐦 @LADYOFTHEHlVE]

She noticed the bag, and how it seemed to weigh heavy in the woman’s grasp despite its small size. Curious.

“Oh, it’s no trouble at all…”

The pair came to a quiet Brownstone at the corner of the block.

Heading up the stairs, Essaim opened the door.

Inside, the —

[𝕯𝖗. 𝐊𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖎 𝐌𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖓𝖆 —— 🍁🥀 @flowersandbIood]

“Essaim? I’m Khali,” she introduces herself, following along.

She’s not carrying much — or so it appears — just an overnight bag, but it’s…oddly heavy; as though it’s holding much more than just clothes. Her whole life is in that bag.

“Thank you so much for your hospitality.”

[𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐦 @LADYOFTHEHlVE]

— townhouse was quaint, if a bit bare. Cold, white walls. Scuffed brown carpet.

It would appear to anyone a humble city home.

At least, save for the dozen 4-foot tall translucent egg sacks stacked in the corner of the living room.

“Please, make yourself comfortable. Would —

[𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐦 @LADYOFTHEHlVE]

She’s building a giant web in the shadows of the harbor.

She’s seen humans stumbling around here.

[ً @kreophagos]

scraping your blood off my floorboards tonight / even though i've lost you / you'll never leave me, will you? / you've bled into the wood, / this stain is as dark as the wine we shared.

[𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐦 @LADYOFTHEHlVE]

All the little humans, racing about like ants.

Familiar. Comforting.

Yes. She likes life in this human hive.

[𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐦 @LADYOFTHEHlVE]

She loves city life.

The lights 𝘦����𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 her.

Find her just staring up at them, eyes darting about.

[𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐦 @LADYOFTHEHlVE]

She loves city life.

The lights 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 her.

Find her just staring up at them, eyes darting about.