11-05-2018, 02:25 AM
WALK THE STREET FOR MONEY
This world was different.
At least that was Nasrin thought as she walked down the coastline carefully, her sleek body almost glimmering in the sunlight rather fading sunlight, as if there was like flecks on gold in her black as charcoal coat. Perhaps there was but who could tell, the feline like creature quietly padded into the a unknown territory only impressed of how beautiful it looked.
She was familiar with palm trees and burning sands.
All she knew that the fates were kind enough to spare her from a fate worse than death for the crimes she had committed in order to avenge her beloved and her family. A temptress they called her, a whore, a complete mad woman for what she had done to get revenge on those who destroyed her family ome. What they say was madness, she saw as justice, what they call cruelty, she did as what was she could deem as clarity was what they were quick to drag her through crowds of people bellowing on her blood to stain the gallows below like the thousands who had lost their lives before her.
A faint ghost of a smile played onto the woman’s lips, she was delighted. Perhaps she could rebuild her empire from the ground up, perhaps she might be lucky enough to invoke the spirits of her deceased family to watch over her and guide her steps into success
Evidently the woman came to a stop, her long slender legs with modest sized paws gently touching the sun warmed sands beneath her, her tail graciously curled around her paws. Eyes of hazel glimmered briefly watching the world around her, she would sit waiting. She was patient, she was pose.
She was a monarch after all, or rather she used to be.
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