The complex network of tattoos and scars spelled out a sigil array- one entire body for one entire array. Xe was a living spell, a grimoire that could run, a person with magick burned into xir circulatory system and across xir eyes.  Xe was a horrible, eerie mess, and the sigil-scars glowed with malevolent intent.

Xe grinned, wide and pleasant. Xe hadn’t chosen this. Xe would be kind.

Author: corvidcraft

What's up! I'm a northern Canadian artist/writer. Poli sci student by education, acrylic painter by passion.

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