Jaksokuvaus
ELECTRIC WITCH The stormy night cracking sways the wind sideway across the skies, the rain drenches her pale white skin as her wickedness freezes it to ice and hail as falling gravel the size of stones. Her eyes a glow send white beams of lightning scanning her surround for those that cower and oppose. Runes in hand and adorning her neck brill her skintight while she reaches with the devils horns. Her long fingers stiff, stretch to the wind above her head lost in the locks of blackened ends of flaming blue silver strands of silken hair she chants her spell. Binding all that fear her call and the ice of her skin. Her toll comes from the green sea of lake as she rises call to demons to strike, strike with their CRACKLES of electricity, their thunders of DOOM…blind them with the thick of FOG let down their fire of white flame and burn the wretched that do not fear her claims. Become a member at https://plus.acast.com/s/after-the-apocalypse. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.