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make it pretty, but train it to kill
The Gods were not content to just make her attractive.
No, her creation had been a coming-together of their great Godly minds. They had plotted and schemed, talked and dreamed until finally, she was created.
She was not just attractive. She was beautiful, so beautiful it was nearly sinful. She moved in a way ill-befitting of her age, as if she was acutely aware of her soft curves and swaying hips. The smile on her face spoke of sweat-slicked skin devoured in the shadows. Even the reptilian slit of her bright eyes was alluring in a dangerous sort of way. To top it all off, they had added wings made of water. A small deception, something soft and demure to distract from the otherwise predatory traits.
Make it pretty, but train it to kill. That had been their mantra. And they had checked every box of those requirements.
The river calls to her like a siren. She slinks along the bank, her slit-pupiled gaze looking across the high flowing water. With a small smile she closes in on the river bank, sighing contentedly as the flow laps at her ankles. The warm spring rain falls quietly, adding to the swollen river. It does not cause her alarm, and she does not make any attempt to leave the rivers edge. Instead, she stands contentedly, the watery sunshine glimmering against her wings and scales. Even the venomous fangs in her mouth have stopped aching, lulled by the quiet power of the river.
To see her here, a quiet mare wrapped in sunshine and ethereal beauty, it would be easy to let ones guard down.
A mistake one should, and will, only make once.
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