Intensity wears a bright shade of red on her lips. She carries the lipstick with her and reapplies it when faced with an obstacle. She has a smile that captures a picture of charm and allure, but won't be tied down because no rope can hold her. They never fail to collapse in the flames of her fiery eyes. Eyes that could cut a diamond and burn a hole in your heart.
She has black hair like a sky without its stars and it seems to go on forever. It catches the wind and reminds me of the wings of a raven against a full moon. Intensity has frostbitten veins and the blood of a wolf. When she speaks, her words fall over you like hail and the pieces hit you so hard they leave bruises. Once intensity has you, she has you forever.
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