As simple as that really, a friend of mine is going to help me with prioritizing...one thing I'm not to good at obviously . Also, this is a short story that evolved in my mind while I listened to songs from a solo artist last night .

Jet talons four a hand, pair of royal purple crests upon her head, stiff quills of amber raised along the Asian queen's spine. Lung from time of aliened nations of dry lands, her lengthy visage resurrected forth from ancient tan stone of a nearly forgotten age, by ghost fleshed madden clad in flowing velvet shadow. Internal cosmos graced with their combined presence, whilst the echoing of sacred (yet forbidden) prayers dance from the sorceress's lips, among a thousand distant glowing furnaces and shimmering clouds of lime dust. Her mirrored rival whispering commands as she stands across from her twin, balky and tusked naked beast with horny beak summoned to rise from red slab. Eventual build up for the battle between the chanting sorceresses takes place, their assigned ancient familiars aiding in a lingering rivalry. Conflict unresolved at its end, the graceful daughters of a hundred jungles soon slink away into a vast frigid void, with rune branded earth beasts following silently in tow.