Shadow Mountain dig so deep for scars

"I'm not here to test. I'm here to take."

A nefarious spark would glimmer in her eyes, so twisted and full of malice, so haunted and deadly. She was a viper, coiled around her prey, and with time perhaps her fangs would pierce the skin of his throat, watch as his blood stained the ground. Another death would mean nothing to her, but the taste would be savoured as crimson pooled on her tongue; she could almost feel it, so hot and thick against her lips. The walker of shadows could have ended his life with a simple snap, holding his life so tenderly between the edges of her glistening fangs, but she did not. Not yet.

All good things came to those who would wait.

She had destroyed many lives - a feat she wore like a necklace around her nape, a priceless piece of jewellery to display to those she passed, those who watched. She carried around the lost souls of the unfortunate, and they hung around her body like little bottles, little bottles of little, meaningless lives. They were hers now, hers to keep and hers to flaunt.

"What is it you would take...?" She murmered against his ear, watching his chest rise and fall, watching and imagining. Waiting.