Little Missy Muffet comes from a peticular family: human from a mother, spider from a father, she knows her nursery rhyme by heart, and arrives at Monster High slowly, carried by the spidery strangeness of her childhood. But the relationship between...
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˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚ ˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚ ˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚ ˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚ ˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚
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The emerald and jade music was off, obstructed, but everything still seemed to be turning the wheel. Jarl had gone to keep a lookout in front of the white path, and DeFleur had let Rem do "a few laps" to make sure a few "strays" could have a little name on them before finding the door.
Tension dismantled, but also embroiled the participants, who strained to keep up with Lilith's page and ripped-off ink :
''Nevermind. Carry on. Lilith Van Hellscream is not among us. '' Was the only advice of Lilith.
Fury had risen to the indebted heavens with old, growling airs. Confused footsteps were about to tumble down the progression and greenery to the virtuous pads of the Flea Market. Terror in the puddles of mirrors, on the multicolored crystals on display in the out-of time shack.
Abel was a name that, at New Salem High School, lent itself to admiration, but also, to a vulture-like distrust.
The dread of devaluing devotion.
Deafness to the testimonies of a post-Halloween youth, shorn of masks and fakes.
And because none of them thought they'd end up as Van Hellscream's new scarecrows, or knew of his power since he'd recovered from his imprisonment, pained bellies betrayed each other's iron willing, to the point of creating tangled whips in the flying of nightmares.
But the exercise continued.
By this DeFleur, what an oddity.
He wanted to keep going. Everyone would pass. All lives would be shown. He knew what was going on. He feared, but it was categorical and tied to the Heiress's footprints.
''But Van Hellscream may come for us, with Lilith ! My mother's going to lose her mind, he lives two blocks from us.... ''
''So, he'll go out hunting if the activity doesn't happen in due course, don't you think? I think it'll be the same for your mother. Suspicion is the difference. And I'd rather stick to Lilith and Jarl's experience. We'll carry on, and enjoy the truce to its fullest ramifications.''
