The magick pulses sickly like over xir skin, inky fingers webbing across the expanse of xir body in dark fingers of rot and ruin.

Xe grins, kindly, shucking on clothes and pulling up gloves so it can’t spread. Hidden like a secret desperate to be told.

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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