Hers was an insatiable appetite for life. The kind that flowed

Through the veins of the many chosen to be her victim.

As her skills of being a Huntress grew, so did the unquenchable

Thirst that came with it. To know her was gain, as much as folly.

But to love her was adequate in all of its ways.

For to love her was to know her, and to know her

Meant the world to some and the end to others.

To which side one lay depended upon the focus of the day.


Tamuriel L. Dillard

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2 Responses to Stalker

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