They Don’t Always See The Flensed Skeleton…

They don’t always see the flensed skeleton.

The hair is a mass of tendrils, studded with fragments of broken bones – shedded self or discarded prey. The skull plate is a sheer pale veil. The eye sockets are endless holes. She looks like she must be in pain. Ms B looks like a thing. Medusa. A Gorgon. Tiamat. Kali. Lilith. A carnivorous mother. A spider queen.

She is a chaotic mistake: she snuck by the laws and has been casting catastrophe, broiling and breeding disaster, ever since.

But she’s smarter than everyone thinks: ferocious decay, a plague with a purpose, an earthquake with an agenda. She wants something new.

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