Ai-chan
Queen of Yuri Devourer of Traps
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Guys, it's a writing prompt, posted in the Writing Prompt section. It's not a discussion or general thread. Write a proper description. Let's start having some standards at least in this section.
Here is an example:
His face was hidden under the hood of his cloak. A cloak too long for his height, yet the frayed bottom of the cloak never touched the ground. He swayed as he took his steps, as if he was a drunken old man who could barely see where he walked. In his right hand, he held a walking stick, with a rusty old blade sticking out at the upper end. In his left, an old lantern hung loosely, with a dim bluish glow suspended in the middle that made one wonder what would be the source for such light.
His voice creaked, like the sound of an old floorboard being stepped on. Strangely, his voice was louder when he was far away, but lower when he was near, to the point that he spoke almost in whispers and silent growls. Yet one could hear his words clearly, as if he spoke straight into one's soul.
Though there would be no mistaking the smell. The horrid nauseating smell. The smell that would remind one of decaying flowers, of rotten meat, of fields of sun-bleached bones. The smell of carcass left too long to rot on its own. But to people who are on their last hour, they would say that this smell was much like a field of flowers or the smell of a loved one, long gone, long missed. A smell of nostalgia, of the best times of their lives, long forgotten, long lost, and much longed for. They welcomed this smell, and willingly abandoned everything, as they walked towards the old man, whose leathery left hand would now be open to take them home.
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