Thee I invoke, born-less one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell. Like a seething fall from grace. Thee, I worship. . Thou art darkest Gabrielle.
Thee I invoke, born less one. All woman, pure predator. Where in conspiracy and impulse dwell. Like a seething fall from grace. . Thee I worship. . Thou art darkest Gabrielle.
Spells lay daggers before me. Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs. Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain. The tumor grows until the enemy is slain. .