The sound would make any ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ข๐ญ shudder in fear but was she still one of them? Not even a flinch on her side as Iris takes a step forward. Slow but certainly not afraid.
โThe same thing could be said about you, ๐ช๐ฏ๐ท๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ.โ
The woman counters in hushed whisper.
โ โโโ โญ ๐๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐๐ซ โญ โโโ
โ From the blackness beyond the crumbling catacomb wall he appeared, and in a voice itself like rumbling stone he said;
โ โYou should ๐ง๐จ๐ญ be here, ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐.โ
โ โ โ โญ #TheWitcheRP โญ
The lady in black slowly walks down the empty street, unbothered by the cold or wind that tangles loose strands of her hair.
โโโโ ๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ! โโโโ
โโโโโโโโโโโ
โฅ๏ธ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐๐ซ
โบ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐๐ฌ
โ ๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ! โฟ
เผ letโs pretend Twitter didnโt fuck this up while I make a proper moment here
โโโโโ ๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ! โโโโโ
โโโโโโโโโโโโโ
โฅ๏ธ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐๐ซ
โบ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐๐ฌ
โ ๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ! โฟ




