Leaves were strewn across the soil which was tinted black by the lack of sunlight and the amount of trees looming, stretching high above the bushes, filled with blooming black roses, that engulfed most of the ground on which the tall girl stood. She was young, couldn't be more than fifteen or sixteen at the most, and her straight black hair flowed down to her waist, maybe longer. She wore a blank expression on her face, as though she was there in body, but not in spirit. She knew what was going to happen to her when the shape emerged from the darkness that reached far beyond her, and was not scared. She remained stationary as the prowling figure approached, sharp, sabre teeth bared and tinged slightly red. She didn't even flinch as the figure advanced on her slowly, slowly, into the scarce light that she could see in. It was as though she had already died when the figure pounced upon her.
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I like it, personally. I find it... mysterious, y'know? But that's my opinion. Complain or compliment, I just want somebody to comment on my work, to see if I can make it any better.
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