Black Morass xo tatted all over

Finally. At least someone appreciated her skills for what they were. She'd been praised before for her quick learning, her prodigal skill, but never her ingenuinity, and never the fearlessness that powered it.

Envy grew weak as she was met with words of flattery, her cheeks flustered, paws shuffled awkwardly against the ground, she smiled something genuine. An unseen web was threading around her, beginning to wind her up in its clutches. Was it really a bad thing if she was already so willing?

She let her tail sweep across the ground, head tilted down while glossy red eyes stayed focused on the woman as she drifted closer with devilish grace; and offered her the apple.

Envy itself was a sin. Of course she took a bite.

I want to. She blurted within seconds of the offer, bounding to her feet and stopping a hair's length away, her muzzle just underneath the other's while red eyes looked up and glimmered, like a child asking for approval. She wanted to know more, know everything.

Devour the world for all it was worth and carve her name into its bones.