Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-28358106-20170202041110

Cyndwella rolls her eyes as Eva moves off. "I swear to the unholy, it's as if every pussy in the valley were the man's cheerleader...'I'm gonna throw you a party to show you that I'm not serious all the time, Cyndy! But first, I have to go headbutt mountains and eat bricks of steel so the womenfolk will have something to bounce their eyes off of!'  Criminy!" She mutters to herself as she moves off down the hallway to the library.

She finds a dark, out of the way nook between two bookshelves and sits down, leaning on her elbow. "If I were Samia I would have set fire to myself just to relieve my boredom by now," she mumbles. "Can't haunt the maids, because they'd already know it's me. Can't fuck most of 'em, either.  Eva's wet for Brock McLargehuge up there, and is biting her tongue to boot.  I got nothing..."

She sighs, and sits still. She closes her eyes and begins a prayer of supplication. "O Dark Father, o Saint of Sorrows, hear my plea. It is I, your beloved Favored one.  Please, my King, let my ordeal end swiftly, that I may speed myself to your bedchamber, spread myself before you as a carnal feast of your deepest sins, and scream your name..."

In her corner, the shadows deepen and the candle gutters and goes out. The blackness of shadow seems to grow long...