She wipes a tear from her face, scowling. Her whole form is trembling.
get to the sanctuary.
all of her children, Carnival, Adeline, and mortals under her protection hear that telepathic command, a psychic wave that overpowers all others.
Adeline doesn't hesitate, starting to head back to the Sanctuary, though she sticks very close to Mother Moth the entire time, seeming almost afraid to leave her side. "W- what's happening? I can tell something's wrong- what did you sense?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Grimacing, Mother Moth looks away from where Carnival was, and back to Adeline. Her antennae are hyper aware, and her thousands of children in the trees, earth and sky, all fleeing to the sanctuary, serve as her eyes. Adeline’s real mother is coming? Calpe will show them a real mother.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
She wipes a tear from her face, scowling. Her whole form is trembling.
get to the sanctuary.
all of her children, Carnival, Adeline, and mortals under her protection hear that telepathic command, a psychic wave that overpowers all others.
Adeline doesn't hesitate, starting to head back to the Sanctuary, though she sticks very close to Mother Moth the entire time, seeming almost afraid to leave her side. "W- what's happening? I can tell something's wrong- what did you sense?"
“Someone is coming who- wants something from us. From you. We need to get back- quick-“ Mother Moth grabs onto Adeline, the moonlight shining upon them, and wraps her wings around her. In an instant, they travel upon the moonlight back deep into the woods where the moon breaks through the canopy, on a path to the sanctuary. “I don’t know who- but we’ll be safer in my domain.” Her antennae flicker, and she shivers. “Hurry, hurry…”
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
She wipes a tear from her face, scowling. Her whole form is trembling.
get to the sanctuary.
all of her children, Carnival, Adeline, and mortals under her protection hear that telepathic command, a psychic wave that overpowers all others.
Adeline doesn't hesitate, starting to head back to the Sanctuary, though she sticks very close to Mother Moth the entire time, seeming almost afraid to leave her side. "W- what's happening? I can tell something's wrong- what did you sense?"
“Someone is coming who- wants something from us. From you. We need to get back- quick-“ Mother Moth grabs onto Adeline, the moonlight shining upon them, and wraps her wings around her. In an instant, they travel upon the moonlight back deep into the woods where the moon breaks through the canopy, on a path to the sanctuary. “I don’t know who- but we’ll be safer in my domain.” Her antennae flicker, and she shivers. “Hurry, hurry…”
Adeline continues running towards the sanctuary alongside her mother, sticking very close to the archfey as though her life depends on it- as far as she knows, it just might.
*Unfortunately, I can't be at the computer for a while in a few minutes. I'll continue rping with y'all over mobile if I can, but my responses will likely be a fair bit slower. Just wanted to give y'all the heads up before I had to sort-of leave.*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I'm working on the Sugarplum Queen, but I'm having difficulty with her design. I want her to have a Glamoured and Un-Glamoured form.*
*Any suggestions? I mean, Glamoured is probably going to be a pretty lady, but I want the Un-Glamoured form to reflect that she ate her infant brother and three fey queens with her only weapon being a dull, rusty, iron dinner knife that needed about 30 seconds of sawing to reach the jugular vein.*
*Inhumanity internalized and returned to the world tenfold.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I'm working on the Sugarplum Queen, but I'm having difficulty with her design. I want her to have a Glamoured and Un-Glamoured form.*
*Any suggestions? I mean, Glamoured is probably going to be a pretty lady, but I want the Un-Glamoured form to reflect that she ate her infant brother and three fey queens with her only weapon being a dull, rusty, iron dinner knife that needed about 30 seconds of sawing to reach the jugular vein.*
*Inhumanity internalized and returned to the world tenfold.*
*Good morning, dear sir!*
*I love the concept of her more Un-Glamoured form being more visceral and I think that form might benefit from leaning more into that aspect. Long, dirty fingernails stained with old blood. Limbs too long with too many joints. Skin that’s dotted with blisters and boils. Godrick the Grafted is one example I think of as a possible reference, but I’m sure there’s better fitting examples.*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I'm working on the Sugarplum Queen, but I'm having difficulty with her design. I want her to have a Glamoured and Un-Glamoured form.*
*Any suggestions? I mean, Glamoured is probably going to be a pretty lady, but I want the Un-Glamoured form to reflect that she ate her infant brother and three fey queens with her only weapon being a dull, rusty, iron dinner knife that needed about 30 seconds of sawing to reach the jugular vein.*
*Inhumanity internalized and returned to the world tenfold.*
*Good morning, dear sir!*
*I love the concept of her more Un-Glamoured form being more visceral and I think that form might benefit from leaning more into that aspect. Long, dirty fingernails stained with old blood. Limbs too long with too many joints. Skin that’s dotted with blisters and boils. Godrick the Grafted is one example I think of as a possible reference, but I’m sure there’s better fitting examples.*
*I was thinking of taking inspiration from Silent Hill 2's otherworld, all rusty and gory and surreal, Pyramid Head included. Godrick might be a good idea to add on top of it!*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
An impossibly gorgeous woman in a poofy, decadent purple ball gown sits on a throne outside the Sanctuary. Purple lipstick, purple eyes, purple nails, everything on her seems to be purple with flecks of gold here and there. Her hair is massive, a style you'd expect to see on a severed head during the French Revolution, but with added lolipops stuck in as a stylistic choice... probably.
She has a beautiful young woman on either side of her, and is picking the flesh off of one of their skulls and eating it after dipping it into a goblet of sauce. The young woman is straight-faced, seemingly unbothered by the slow, undoubtedly agonizing loss of her scalp.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Queen's eye locks onto him and squints. She puts her hand on the back of the half-exposed skull of the woman she was eating and presses down, using her to get up. The woman's spine telescopes from the weight, vertebrae crushed and forced out of there neck and back. The Queen, now standing, smiles at the cowering bard. "You seem a sweet one." She casually waves a long-nailed hand, and the corpse blows away as ashes.
"What kind of music do you play?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Queen's eye locks onto him and squints. She puts her hand on the back of the half-exposed skull of the woman she was eating and presses down, using her to get up. The woman's spine telescopes from the weight, vertebrae crushed and forced out of there neck and back. The Queen, now standing, smiles at the cowering bard. "You seem a sweet one." She casually waves a long-nailed hand, and the corpse blows away as ashes.
"What kind of music do you play?"
'Nothing much, just pretty little tunes. Folksy stuff'
The Queen's eye locks onto him and squints. She puts her hand on the back of the half-exposed skull of the woman she was eating and presses down, using her to get up. The woman's spine telescopes from the weight, vertebrae crushed and forced out of there neck and back. The Queen, now standing, smiles at the cowering bard. "You seem a sweet one." She casually waves a long-nailed hand, and the corpse blows away as ashes.
"What kind of music do you play?"
'Nothing much, just pretty little tunes. Folksy stuff'
"Really?" She grins, revealing her bloody, orange teeth. "Play me something. And not a church tune, please." She steps closer, then kneels, hands folded on her lap. She now has the height of a normal human man.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Queen's eye locks onto him and squints. She puts her hand on the back of the half-exposed skull of the woman she was eating and presses down, using her to get up. The woman's spine telescopes from the weight, vertebrae crushed and forced out of there neck and back. The Queen, now standing, smiles at the cowering bard. "You seem a sweet one." She casually waves a long-nailed hand, and the corpse blows away as ashes.
"What kind of music do you play?"
'Nothing much, just pretty little tunes. Folksy stuff'
"Really?" She grins, revealing her bloody, orange teeth. "Play me something. And not a church tune, please." She steps closer, then kneels, hands folded on her lap. She now has the height of a normal human man.
'Uhhh, ok?'
Feuerstein plays a simple but joyful melody, eyeing the area for an escape route should he need it
"Really?" She grins, revealing her bloody, orange teeth. "Play me something. And not a church tune, please." She steps closer, then kneels, hands folded on her lap. She now has the height of a normal human man.
'Uhhh, ok?'
Feuerstein plays a simple but joyful melody, eyeing the area for an escape route should he need it
She listens for about thirty seconds before she puts a claw on his head, playing with his hair. "Confidence. That is what you lack." She gently pulls him to his feet, her eyes scouring his colorful clothing.
"Someone hurt you, didn't they? Someone who didn't like your songs?" She tilts her head and pouts.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Really?" She grins, revealing her bloody, orange teeth. "Play me something. And not a church tune, please." She steps closer, then kneels, hands folded on her lap. She now has the height of a normal human man.
'Uhhh, ok?'
Feuerstein plays a simple but joyful melody, eyeing the area for an escape route should he need it
She listens for about thirty seconds before she puts a claw on his head, playing with his hair. "Confidence. That is what you lack." She gently pulls him to his feet, her eyes scouring his colorful clothing.
"Someone hurt you, didn't they? Someone who didn't like your songs?" She tilts her head and pouts.
'The people like my songs. It's the life of a bard, to have to move around'
She listens for about thirty seconds before she puts a claw on his head, playing with his hair. "Confidence. That is what you lack." She gently pulls him to his feet, her eyes scouring his colorful clothing.
"Someone hurt you, didn't they? Someone who didn't like your songs?" She tilts her head and pouts.
'The people like my songs. It's the life of a bard, to have to move around'
She tuts. "You don't move, boy. You run. You cower." She puts a hand to his throat, careful not to choke him, then holds out a hand to the remaining girl, who hands the Queen a potion. "What you need, dear, isn't talent, but strength. All good artists are confident enough to devour their oppressors."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She listens for about thirty seconds before she puts a claw on his head, playing with his hair. "Confidence. That is what you lack." She gently pulls him to his feet, her eyes scouring his colorful clothing.
"Someone hurt you, didn't they? Someone who didn't like your songs?" She tilts her head and pouts.
'The people like my songs. It's the life of a bard, to have to move around'
She tuts. "You don't move, boy. You run. You cower." She puts a hand to his throat, careful not to choke him, then holds out a hand to the remaining girl, who hands the Queen a potion. "What you need, dear, isn't talent, but strength. All good artists are confident enough to devour their oppressors."
'I have more strength than I look'. He twitches nervously, unsure of whether to show this strength
An impossibly gorgeous woman in a poofy, decadent purple ball gown sits on a throne outside the Sanctuary. Purple lipstick, purple eyes, purple nails, everything on her seems to be purple with flecks of gold here and there. Her hair is massive, a style you'd expect to see on a severed head during the French Revolution, but with added lolipops stuck in as a stylistic choice... probably.
She has a beautiful young woman on either side of her, and is picking the flesh off of one of their skulls and eating it after dipping it into a goblet of sauce. The young woman is straight-faced, seemingly unbothered by the slow, undoubtedly agonizing loss of her scalp.
*Ah, what a marvelous opening act! The air hums with excitement! Now, the next scene begins! Adeline, enter stage left!*
Adeline remains in the heart of the sanctuary, huddled close to the burrow's entrance and a nearby campfire, occasionally looking around her surroundings with panic in her eyes. She's still shivering, though whether it's from the cold or her panic or both is hard to tell. For a brief moment, she looks through a patch of the web-strangled trees at just the right angle, and for that split second, her eyes meet the Queen's. She is frozen in fear, like a deer in headlights.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She tuts. "You don't move, boy. You run. You cower." She puts a hand to his throat, careful not to choke him, then holds out a hand to the remaining girl, who hands the Queen a potion. "What you need, dear, isn't talent, but strength. All good artists are confident enough to devour their oppressors."
'I have more strength than I look'. He twitches nervously, unsure of whether to show this strength
She hands the potion back, then moves both her hands to his shoulders. "Show me."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
An impossibly gorgeous woman in a poofy, decadent purple ball gown sits on a throne outside the Sanctuary. Purple lipstick, purple eyes, purple nails, everything on her seems to be purple with flecks of gold here and there. Her hair is massive, a style you'd expect to see on a severed head during the French Revolution, but with added lolipops stuck in as a stylistic choice... probably.
She has a beautiful young woman on either side of her, and is picking the flesh off of one of their skulls and eating it after dipping it into a goblet of sauce. The young woman is straight-faced, seemingly unbothered by the slow, undoubtedly agonizing loss of her scalp.
*Ah, what a marvelous opening act! The air hums with excitement! Now, the next scene begins! Adeline, enter stage left!*
Adeline remains in the heart of the sanctuary, huddled close to the burrow's entrance and a nearby campfire, occasionally looking around her surroundings with panic in her eyes. She's still shivering, though whether it's from the cold or her panic or both is hard to tell. For a brief moment, she looks through a patch of the web-strangled trees at just the right angle, and for that split second, her eyes meet the Queen's. She is frozen in fear, like a deer in headlights.
The Queen purses her lips as she chews, then looks away. "She's done a number on you, eh?" She asks, mouth still full. She twists the young woman's head off with one long hand and lets it fall to the ground. The body remains standing until the Queen swallows. "Come here, girl."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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Adeline doesn't hesitate, starting to head back to the Sanctuary, though she sticks very close to Mother Moth the entire time, seeming almost afraid to leave her side. "W- what's happening? I can tell something's wrong- what did you sense?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Grimacing, Mother Moth looks away from where Carnival was, and back to Adeline. Her antennae are hyper aware, and her thousands of children in the trees, earth and sky, all fleeing to the sanctuary, serve as her eyes. Adeline’s real mother is coming? Calpe will show them a real mother.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“Someone is coming who- wants something from us. From you. We need to get back- quick-“ Mother Moth grabs onto Adeline, the moonlight shining upon them, and wraps her wings around her. In an instant, they travel upon the moonlight back deep into the woods where the moon breaks through the canopy, on a path to the sanctuary. “I don’t know who- but we’ll be safer in my domain.” Her antennae flicker, and she shivers. “Hurry, hurry…”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Adeline continues running towards the sanctuary alongside her mother, sticking very close to the archfey as though her life depends on it- as far as she knows, it just might.
*Unfortunately, I can't be at the computer for a while in a few minutes. I'll continue rping with y'all over mobile if I can, but my responses will likely be a fair bit slower. Just wanted to give y'all the heads up before I had to sort-of leave.*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Gyyyyyyentlebeans...*
*I'm working on the Sugarplum Queen, but I'm having difficulty with her design. I want her to have a Glamoured and Un-Glamoured form.*
*Any suggestions? I mean, Glamoured is probably going to be a pretty lady, but I want the Un-Glamoured form to reflect that she ate her infant brother and three fey queens with her only weapon being a dull, rusty, iron dinner knife that needed about 30 seconds of sawing to reach the jugular vein.*
*Inhumanity internalized and returned to the world tenfold.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Good morning, dear sir!*
*I love the concept of her more Un-Glamoured form being more visceral and I think that form might benefit from leaning more into that aspect. Long, dirty fingernails stained with old blood. Limbs too long with too many joints. Skin that’s dotted with blisters and boils. Godrick the Grafted is one example I think of as a possible reference, but I’m sure there’s better fitting examples.*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I was thinking of taking inspiration from Silent Hill 2's otherworld, all rusty and gory and surreal, Pyramid Head included. Godrick might be a good idea to add on top of it!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
An impossibly gorgeous woman in a poofy, decadent purple ball gown sits on a throne outside the Sanctuary. Purple lipstick, purple eyes, purple nails, everything on her seems to be purple with flecks of gold here and there. Her hair is massive, a style you'd expect to see on a severed head during the French Revolution, but with added lolipops stuck in as a stylistic choice... probably.
She has a beautiful young woman on either side of her, and is picking the flesh off of one of their skulls and eating it after dipping it into a goblet of sauce. The young woman is straight-faced, seemingly unbothered by the slow, undoubtedly agonizing loss of her scalp.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Feuerstein watches from the shadows in horror
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The Queen's eye locks onto him and squints. She puts her hand on the back of the half-exposed skull of the woman she was eating and presses down, using her to get up. The woman's spine telescopes from the weight, vertebrae crushed and forced out of there neck and back. The Queen, now standing, smiles at the cowering bard. "You seem a sweet one." She casually waves a long-nailed hand, and the corpse blows away as ashes.
"What kind of music do you play?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Nothing much, just pretty little tunes. Folksy stuff'
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"Really?" She grins, revealing her bloody, orange teeth. "Play me something. And not a church tune, please." She steps closer, then kneels, hands folded on her lap. She now has the height of a normal human man.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Uhhh, ok?'
Feuerstein plays a simple but joyful melody, eyeing the area for an escape route should he need it
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She listens for about thirty seconds before she puts a claw on his head, playing with his hair. "Confidence. That is what you lack." She gently pulls him to his feet, her eyes scouring his colorful clothing.
"Someone hurt you, didn't they? Someone who didn't like your songs?" She tilts her head and pouts.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'The people like my songs. It's the life of a bard, to have to move around'
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She tuts. "You don't move, boy. You run. You cower." She puts a hand to his throat, careful not to choke him, then holds out a hand to the remaining girl, who hands the Queen a potion. "What you need, dear, isn't talent, but strength. All good artists are confident enough to devour their oppressors."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'I have more strength than I look'. He twitches nervously, unsure of whether to show this strength
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*Ah, what a marvelous opening act! The air hums with excitement! Now, the next scene begins! Adeline, enter stage left!*
Adeline remains in the heart of the sanctuary, huddled close to the burrow's entrance and a nearby campfire, occasionally looking around her surroundings with panic in her eyes. She's still shivering, though whether it's from the cold or her panic or both is hard to tell. For a brief moment, she looks through a patch of the web-strangled trees at just the right angle, and for that split second, her eyes meet the Queen's. She is frozen in fear, like a deer in headlights.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She hands the potion back, then moves both her hands to his shoulders. "Show me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Queen purses her lips as she chews, then looks away. "She's done a number on you, eh?" She asks, mouth still full. She twists the young woman's head off with one long hand and lets it fall to the ground. The body remains standing until the Queen swallows. "Come here, girl."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.