Salt in my wounds
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Demi was doing what Demi normally did when Ouija was around, being a deviant and ignoring everything else that usually mattered. But even now she knew better, and this morning she was out and about, feeling alive for a fleeting moment. Her form was adorned by a soft pink dress she currently wore. The D’Angelo female was feeling beautiful today and had decided to play upon her own feelings and went to dress herself up.


Her short cropped hair glimmered a bit with some of the paint Ouija had brought along with him. For the first time she had added a soft hue of red to it and after spying her image in a mirror instantly loved it. Maybe there was something about changing your color from time to time and now she’d have to pester her brother for supplies now. The humming that left her lips was truly angelic for sinister little women like her. Her travels brought her along the entrance she used most, an emergency entrance that she preferred over the others, and with her entrance her nose wrinkled in disgust at the scent of blood. Another soul had found itself correctly positioned where she would find them, and now her day it seem would be ruined by some poor idiots wounds causing her to be responsible and save them from infection.


Her blue eyes looked down at the individual slumped down the face of the cave, she didn’t recognize him but yet another big male graced her presence and yet still showed how utterly incapable they were of staying out of trouble. Somehow she often wondered why she entertained them so much, except for Ouija she really didn’t hold any feelings for the opposite sex, to her they had always just been a means for sexual release, never had they ever shown anything else of worth to her. True they could be twisted into protecting her from harm but normally that didn’t usually need much effort in getting.


“So what has the cat dragged in?” she spoke clearly looking down at him, paws on her hips, trying not to be a cute Demi Goddess but it couldn’t be helped, it was her charm even if she sought desperately to be taken seriously in most cases.



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