❝ this side of paradise ❞ ░▒▓ video.
[ The vine slowly slithers in the grass, slowly following it's prey who walks upon the Garden. It's trail lays behind―far enough that it will not be caught, but close enough to keep watch. ]
[ For a moment, they prey pauses in her step―her body half-turned to look behind her. It seems she is searching for something, but she's not quite sure what. Her body remains still for a few seconds, before she begins walking once more. The vine, too, remain still, then slowly follows after her. ]
[ There is an overpass, covered by thick leaves, garnished with beautiful flowers. They prey disappears into the shade, the sounds of her steps suddenly silenced. Cautiously, the vine curls it's way down the path, then wraps itself around a tree. ]
[ With a flurry of a hand the vine's view is disrupted, fingers curled around the flora. It seems the prey is no longer prey as she tugs at the ivy―showing no sign of amusement on the woman's face. In fact, she actually looks fairly annoyed. ]
First talking cats and now plants are stalking me? [ Her eyebrows knit together as she frowns. ] This place is starting to feel more and more like some ridiculous fairy tale.
[ For a moment, they prey pauses in her step―her body half-turned to look behind her. It seems she is searching for something, but she's not quite sure what. Her body remains still for a few seconds, before she begins walking once more. The vine, too, remain still, then slowly follows after her. ]
[ There is an overpass, covered by thick leaves, garnished with beautiful flowers. They prey disappears into the shade, the sounds of her steps suddenly silenced. Cautiously, the vine curls it's way down the path, then wraps itself around a tree. ]
[ With a flurry of a hand the vine's view is disrupted, fingers curled around the flora. It seems the prey is no longer prey as she tugs at the ivy―showing no sign of amusement on the woman's face. In fact, she actually looks fairly annoyed. ]
First talking cats and now plants are stalking me? [ Her eyebrows knit together as she frowns. ] This place is starting to feel more and more like some ridiculous fairy tale.