The Black Rose
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Last published Tue, Oct 6, 2015
She was Aurélien Emerwen Rose.
Her hair was like a blazing flame, and tumbled down in tightly woven ringlets to her waist. Whenever it clashed with the sun, it gave off a shiny light so powerful that it was almost blinding. Almost as if she was eternally on fire. But her eyes were more shocking. She had one emerald green eye that made you stop and look at them when you had just a glimpse. It was like peering at waves of green, from a distance… perhaps like a breeze carefully caressing a field of grass. Yet her other eye was a piercing blue color that could gaze into your soul. Anyone who dared to look felt like they were looking at the bottom of a mysterious and intriguing ocean. However, as fierce her looks may look, her reputation definitely measured up to it.
And Daryl Dixon hated it.
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