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Jade and patron of the arts: me

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I still see her in with my waking eyes. A woman haunts them.
No a goddess, terrible and beautiful, a wonder of life brought to this world to reek her masters will.

Skin like polished brass, hair long and flowing as if it was controlling the very air that moved it, its colours where that of the darkness night and a river of blood.

Black adorned her perfect body, she wore that which no normal would, straps that held it tight screamed to you to reach out and untie them, buttons glowed green, a shimmering light that was dwarfed by her eyes…

Those eyes, they drew you in with promise and dashed your soul on the rocks of reality, there glisten beautify must of lured thousands to there doom. A doom that lay spinning above her head.

The whip was her answer to millions of men and women asking the same question.
“Will you be mine?”
It hummed like a motor off some humble computer, a farce when one saw the air itself being destroyed as it passed it.

It was alive, or apart of the goddess, she was more than just flicking her wrist around as it slinked above her head, it was not a weapon it was the goddess herself.

She moved on spiked heels that most would find impossible to even walk in, but the speed, a blur of brass, black and green.
The whip bit hard into the skin.

The smell of your own burning flesh, the pain of your body being destroyed at the smallest levels, these where not why her victims screamed when she struck, she had touched them, a gentle caress from the goddess.
Now they where going to die and never feel such a moment again, there hearts cried out in sadness even as it was engulfed by the green light of the whip.

She moved like the wind itself, but which such grace that words can not explain it.
Light bended to her will as she darted and swooped, her deadly coil spun in the wind and struck like the hand of death himself.

Fools shot at her with there worthless guns, flares of red and yellow tried to kill her.
But why would you wish to kill such a wonder?
Not that they could.

Even there rounds fell under her spell, the tracers and unseen bullets defied there masters in mid flight and chased the end of her wonderful tool of death.
It was like they had become alive just for this moment and with glee obeyed there new master as more where added by fools who did not know they where dead already.

The goddess span around, her hair spinning around like it was in slow motion.
She smirked and returned the spent ammo with a flick of her wrist.
The whip cracked and spread the bullets out in an arch, each one finding its owner.
Many died, but not the goddess.

She span around like a child full of joy, her smile would make men weep.
Her whip coiling around her like a spring, its wonderful glow shining the goddess in a sea of neon.
She turned it off; it reverted to its dull brown and fell limp at once onto the ground.

The goddess smiled and looked up into the night sky, the stars paling in there beauty to her.

Then there was noting but silence.
A terrible silence.

It haunts me to this day.
Jade will never leave my mind.

…I don’t want her to…

Description
Art:
Jade and patron of the arts: me

This picture needs something more than just a bio.

I still see her in with my waking eyes. A woman haunts them.
No a goddess, terrible and beautiful, a wonder of life brought to this world to reek her masters will.

Skin like polished brass, hair long and flowing as if it was controlling the very air that moved it, its colours where that of the darkness night and a river of blood.

Black adorned her perfect body, she wore that which no normal would, straps that held it tight screamed to you to reach out and untie them, buttons glowed green, a shimmering light that was dwarfed by her eyes…

Those eyes, they drew you in with promise and dashed your soul on the rocks of reality, there glisten beautify must of lured thousands to there doom. A doom that lay spinning above her head.

The whip was her answer to millions of men and women asking the same question.
“Will you be mine?”
It hummed like a motor off some humble computer, a farce when one saw the air itself being destroyed as it passed it.

It was alive, or apart of the goddess, she was more than just flicking her wrist around as it slinked above her head, it was not a weapon it was the goddess herself.

She moved on spiked heels that most would find impossible to even walk in, but the speed, a blur of brass, black and green.
The whip bit hard into the skin.

The smell of your own burning flesh, the pain of your body being destroyed at the smallest levels, these where not why her victims screamed when she struck, she had touched them, a gentle caress from the goddess.
Now they where going to die and never feel such a moment again, there hearts cried out in sadness even as it was engulfed by the green light of the whip.

She moved like the wind itself, but which such grace that words can not explain it.
Light bended to her will as she darted and swooped, her deadly coil spun in the wind and struck like the hand of death himself.

Fools shot at her with there worthless guns, flares of red and yellow tried to kill her.
But why would you wish to kill such a wonder?
Not that they could.

Even there rounds fell under her spell, the tracers and unseen bullets defied there masters in mid flight and chased the end of her wonderful tool of death.
It was like they had become alive just for this moment and with glee obeyed there new master as more where added by fools who did not know they where dead already.

The goddess span around, her hair spinning around like it was in slow motion.
She smirked and returned the spent ammo with a flick of her wrist.
The whip cracked and spread the bullets out in an arch, each one finding its owner.
Many died, but not the goddess.

She span around like a child full of joy, her smile would make men weep.
Her whip coiling around her like a spring, its wonderful glow shining the goddess in a sea of neon.
She turned it off; it reverted to its dull brown and fell limp at once onto the ground.

The goddess smiled and looked up into the night sky, the stars paling in there beauty to her.

Then there was noting but silence.
A terrible silence.

It haunts me to this day.
Jade will never leave my mind.

…I don’t want her to…