ICE DRIPS FROM PALLID DIGITS as she lets the glove fall to the ground in exchange for her pistol, adorned in gilded scripture and clasped tight in white - knuckled grip. thin lips curved downward in a GRIMACE, she strides forth to meet the creature, ( the SCUM who dares tread ‘pon her holy father’s kingdom ! an offence truly UNFORGIVABLE) gait even and tail coiling languid in tune to the steady CLICK - CLICK - CLICK of steel caps against bloodied MARBLE. lazulite oculars duly narrow ( noting stature ; possible deformation ; sound ; HEARTBEAT !) and alabaster tresses are flicked from her forehead as she brandishes a single claw in CONDEMNATION( cold fury thrashes in the recess of her chest ; there is not a beauty of her kingdom that can quell the HATRED woven into her words ), halo glowing with SCORCHING radiance above her form.
` YOU ARE NOT OF OUR GOD. and therefore you are not welcome. ’
