Her breathing was shallow, Indeed. And rested she was, only her dim breaths through nose being heard throughout.
Her legs tucked right up to her chest and her body- bent but curled up like a cat[?] And she were on her side , the only warmth provided was her thick, dark matted lengthy hair- long enough to cover herself whole to shield from any draft which dared to touch sleeping skin. Nor cause a single shiver from the witch.
It was rare she slept so soundly, having been used to being on constant look out- Always having an urge to be aware and on alert. Sometimes? She were just busy finishing off one of her most recent victims, N O T E: which she likes to take her time with.
But this was her time. Alone. That peaceful atmosphere which lingered not only in the air but from her alone, which was different considering how she would usually act around others.
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Stained, blackened fingertips gently caressed and dipped into the petit droplets of thick blood which scattered across the floor on which she slept- and found surprisingly comfortable. Rolling the copper scented between finger and thumb, mostly unaware of her actions , her hand curled into her hair, falling once again lifeless in sleep.
