CyroGurl

A woman with long, black, curly hair sat on a throne on the end of a long, dark, room.  The only source of light was coming through the beautifully menacing, lightly grey-tinted windows, held together with iron rods, at the very top of the great walls.  These windows were somewhat tilted at an angle, pointing up at the sky, forcing the sunlight that sunk it’s way into the dense room to shine right upon the walkway that eventually led to the throne this woman was sitting on.  At that moment, the woman was slowly examining a dagger with heavily lidded eyes, that she was twirling in her hands, running the pads of her fingers against the co

A woman with long, black, curly hair sat on a throne on the end of a long, dark, room.  The only source of light was coming through the beautifully menacing, lightly grey-tinted windows, held together with iron rods, at the very top of the great walls.  These windows were somewhat tilted at an angle, pointing up at the sky, forcing the sunlight that sunk it’s way into the dense room to shine right upon the walkway that eventually led to the throne this woman was sitting on.  At that moment, the woman was slowly examining a dagger with heavily lidded eyes, that she was twirling in her hands, running the pads of her fingers against the co