🌙 : seeing your muse outside alone during nighttime
“Hey, you lost?” Shimmer asked, approaching the figure.
The figure’s shadow was seen through a lone street lamp ahead. It flickered and with each one it grew closer to the woman, until it was too late. Face to face stood a woman, horns sprouting from the side’s of her head and teeth that looked like a shark’s. Her eyes gleamed down as if she was about to sastify a hunger that she had sought to quell for many years.
“If anyone’s lost, I think it’s you.” The figure huffed.
“What makes you think that? You’re in my neighborhood.” She said nonchalantly, seemingly unfazed by the figures height. And Horns. And teeth. Then again, she had seen worse.
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