(Art by me and holy satin is it old)
Walking out of the steamy marble shower, you stretched your soar limbs as they popped in satisfaction.
Wrapping a towel around your torso ,the foggy reflection showed one of your most desired wishes that had came true...
Your (size) breasts were removed, only leaving a scar....
The operation happened about 5 weeks ago. It was something you wanted to do for a long time but, never had the courage to come out to your Aunt and tell her you needed it. You also got some pills that helped with hormones and such. It made your voice surprisingly deeper. Not as deep as a certain married dead man sadly.
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Heading to your room to change. You not only herd the soft sound of rain hitting the windows, but also an ear piercing snore that filled the lightly lit room.Looking around your room, the small creature was curled up in a ball on the foot of the bed, snoring. Chuckling, you gently patted its fur and went into your walk in closet.
After changing into some jeans and a tank top. You picked up your phone from its charging area as the screen showed the time in big letters, 2:30 Am.
Wanting to spend a little time in the wooded area before the approaching snowfall leave you stuck in your cabin home. You grabbed your yellow rain jacket, slipping it on while you headed out the back door in the living room.
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The forest's trees had shed all of its leaves making it a beautiful sight to be seen.
My Cold icy breath is what I love till death
I close my eyes as I relax and stop the time
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Taking the tip of the off the quill off the paper, the words not being able to come to you to finish the poem. You wrote in your small cow leather book. Putting the cap silicone on the pointy tip, slipping the well kept crow feather in between the dull papyrus to,the burnt edged, parchment pages.
Leaned agents a large rock covered in moss and cracks, you took in your surroundings. A large sturdy redwood, stood firm to the right as its branches danced gracefully in the wind. A fine patch of Pine,Spruce,Linden,Birch,Elm,Cedar,Hemlock, Western Juniper and Big-leaf Maple trees mixed together in the front of you, going down hill by the small worn path. The over look to a steady lake pouring into rivers laid at the bottom as a flock of geese honked in there forever changing arrow, Taking turns on being leader of the group.
But, one of your most favorite part of the lake has to be the large Widow tree resting in the middle on a small hill, large enough for a group of paddling ducks to rest from swimming.
The widows hanging branches swayed oh so soft with the changing breeze. Making it the perfect relaxing scenery.
Wanting to continue on your little hike, pushing your body off the wet rock, you continued off to the small cave you have herd about from the local collage students that come down here every weekend for gods know what.
Fallowing the vague details on your book that you dropped down from eavesdropping.
It has led to a wide opening to a vary small cave.
The small Horse-Chestnut saplings' root coiled around the top like a group of snakes. Beautiful Vines has almost completely covered the entrance as all sorts of forest mushrooms grew on the sides, along with long curly ferns.
Taking the brown strings of dead, that were once lush with life, and moving them out of the way to step into the small abandoned cave.
Gasping in surprise and awe. Inside laid a faded pentagram with all sorts of jars,scrolls,books, and more. Always one for dark magic and satanic shit, you walked in and looked around happily. The drip stone above dribbled down splotches of water ever so often and a hand carved out shelf with different styles and sizes of books.
YOU ARE READING
˜"*°•.˜"*°• Cannibal love •°*"˜.•°*"˜ 𝔼𝕪𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣
Romance(Y/N) is a young adult living with her Aunt in the deeps of the woods. As she grows up she finds more about the woods than she wants.
