KEEP PLANNING time / space / about #058 Rura Oilheart Hounderblood, Slake, Her Chain

suit equip of flayed wolf seven iron leashes, promise of her trapped ghosts a great many powers sorcereries long fought fortress after fortress after glaives under every shadow leaping cross the battlefield a mist of red-lace bats scarlet prow shock her heart knightly her but for what haunted by defeat and field defilements of yore she winces, divert her armor forgot herself, dread upon her fool of the feinter wander the funerary labyrinth seek the plasmic invaders weep the conjuration impalers wiggling out her backside, daemotail like trench shovel patterned in a savage brick soon, she initiate of hollowed sword-swingers deranger sir princess feast on her poor poor subjects she’s ete the peasantry, the sailors, the merchants, the serfs, the whores, the guards, the family, the nobility, the promises and the ghosts the leashes too, rust frosting and all sabotage drawn in the sigils xeno swallowed under a coward’s tongue damn this curse-eater her kingdom so great empty zombie equip her dull sword compromised jellified plating halos of dead familiars boons long abandon miss self-forsaken please, someone slay her!

*** Rura Oilheart is a multimedia artist. She plans heresies at flakwolves.su. Has several horns. 7 August 2026