
The afterlife was a distasteful place, it was by mere accident she found herself here. It lacked the true luster of life in its own purity, souls would cross the veil every now and then, a constant update on how the world was faring without her. Admittedly she was trapped, being here for so long, weakening herself as if the afterlife was preying upon her own life source, like a vampire slowly sucking her dry. The feeling was intoxicating, knowing death was so close, his seductive coils wrapped around every inch of her translucent body. She relished in the feeling, yet death never came for her, for she wasn't his to claim as his own. She was forever unattainable and perhaps that's why death found himself so infatuated. This feeling was her fuel, although weakened within the grounds of the afterlife she lay in wait, patience showed no kindness to her. The world changed around her as she waited years upon years grasping onto this feeling with a sense of perhaps this will be her way out? With death lying in wait for her, she felt a spark within her body as this feeling became engorged within her, sparks running down her every limb as she knew it was time. Her strength had gathered just enough to perhaps transport herself out this place, she knows when she leaves she will be powerless to what lies ahead, and yet with every ounce of strength in her body she carries herself across the veil and into the land of the living.
Color, everything was so colorful, it was something she had dearly missed not necessarily the color of the world but the color of herself. Her own vibrance had returned, no long ghostly and translucent her body mirrored that of a self she once knew, and wanted to know again. Her plum and opalescent body danced in the light, her iridescence glinting. Neon eyes wandering over every inch of her immortal body, she appeared to be within the peek of health yet she felt otherwise. Despite overjoyed by her own miraculous return, she still felt weak within her bones, as if her own mind was emaciated. The need to lay down was insatiable as it edged through every part of her body, her purple legs buckling beneath her own weight as she collapses giving into her most primal instincts, self preservation.
She lays there for a moment, the ombre tresses of her mane creating small whisps within the wind as she allowed her eyes to close, her senses lighting up as tremors of electricity flickered through her body. The feeling was so unnaturally natural, she had forgotten what it is what like to be alive. Her nares flared as she took in a breathe, tasting the air, it was sweet and musky lingering with hints of sex. It must be autumn she noted, as the scents of bodily fluids lingered, she loved this time of year where men would take women like a hound takes a bitch. She missed toying with men, making herself unattainable yet entertaining their desires. She soaked up the feeling of being wanted, but never allowed it.
Her mauve lobes swivel to the chatter of equine lingering about, she doesn't know where she is but she knows she must rest for a moment, just enough time to allow herself to get moving. She can feel this world has changed, places she once knew were perhaps no more, and she wanted to explore this changed world. She had spent too much time allowing herself to waste away in the afterlife, it was time she started living.
She can feel the presence of another, or perhaps many within this area, opening her brilliant fuchsia orbs she gazes outwards, a sweet melodic voice erupting from her chest, "Hello?"
like the sweetener you are
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