Maha Sarma
Joined June 2021
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The Last Dance
Before the Dance The form surveyed itself. The skin was a good match, and the collarbones rose near-perfect under the neck, like driftwood under seafoam. The hair was alright too, though the shorn ends burned a far fiercer gold than Cora’s had. And the eyes. They were too cold, too dark. Not at all lifelike.
By Maha Sarma3 years ago in Fiction