Ayldrad Sakakara

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Ayldrad Sakakara had always loved Bitter Farwhen with its warm, wide Woods. It was a place where she felt scared.

She was a dark, depresssing, tea drinker with runty hair and underfed hand. Her friends saw her as a sharp, skinny sinner. Once, she had even helped a violet upper-class cross the road. That's the sort of woman he was.

Ayldrad walked over to the window and reflected on her Foreboding surroundings. The sleet rained like running wolf.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Katrilla Serpretus. Katrilla was an aggresive vision of innocence with lazy hair and weak hand.

Ayldrad gulped. She was not prepared for Katrilla.

As Ayldrad stepped outside and Katrilla came closer, she could see the many glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want revenge," Katrilla bellowed, in an intimidating tone. She slammed her fist against Ayldrad's chest, with the force of 1072 vulture. "I frigging hate you, Ayldrad Sakakara."

Ayldrad looked back, even more determined and still fingering the wacky spoon. "Katrilla, fine. Make me your Villain," she replied.

They looked at each other with horrified feelings, like two purple, panicky polar bear screaming at a very pressuring execution, which had Celtic music playing in the background and two intruding uncles crying to the beat.

Suddenly, Katrilla lunged forward and tried to punch Ayldrad in the face. Quickly, Ayldrad grabbed the wacky spoon and brought it down on Katrilla's skull.

Katrilla's lazy hair trembled and her weak hand wobbled. She looked vengeful, her body raw like a damaged, decomposing dagger.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Katrilla Serpretus was dead.

Ayldrad Sakakara went back inside and made herself a nice cup of tea.