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Post by Aviendha on Jan 21, 2007 9:09:52 GMT -5
The toned vixen stalked silently into the terra of strange holdings. Her sharp audits perked forward for sounds of disruption. Her alliance; rogue. Her soul; black. Her eyes; deep, with a powerful lust for blades to slice the cages that wrapped around the little fools who questioned her.
Her larynx opened to allow her screams erupt from her lungs. Alas, the corsped beauty had arrived to suck out the souls of lights and leave them perish the flames of hell. The only ruin of her bodice was a deep menacing scar which marked her dial and orbs. Dare anyone stare at her markings and it was off with their head.
Behold the b*tch that held an awesome power which radiated off to any nostrils nearby. Sour but irristable. Either she was honoured or feared. Bloodlines like tar but pure like water. She rose to the peak, hind legs under her, daggers crashing out before penetrating the foundations with a thunder.
Perish those who foolishly turn their back on her. She will hunt you down. She will kill you. And wear your bodice as a medal. A stain will be left on your lips from where she will give you here death of a kiss. Her loins fresh and swept clean to carry the dirt from which spurt out of the God that wins her. In the flames of hell, Lucifer will wait for her whispers. He shall home her creation.
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