|
Post by comatose on Mar 22, 2007 19:22:06 GMT -5
Warning darlings: This ess is not for the faint of heart... The being cursed Comatose. That's irony at its best, sweetie. Two and a half years now, she had been comatose since that fateful day when she was a pup and been crushed by an equine. Heh. She had gone from Light to Dark. Part of her immaculate deception....It all plays a part. This is just another case of rejected blood. Her reign would last an eternity, as last it would. All hail the heart breaker, the murderer with a twist....
|
|
|
Post by Biscuit on Mar 22, 2007 19:32:45 GMT -5
The demon stepped into the land of the wenches. He was in search for a worthy wench to come join him in his harem. Would he find one? Possibly. He stalked through the timbers and shadows. His dark liquids fell to a wench standing alone. He approached her. His twin towers pulled back to his skull and his kissers revealed ebony ivories. 'lo wench lyrics hissed towards her. He awaited the answer or the movement of her.
|
|
|
Post by comatose on Mar 23, 2007 16:32:38 GMT -5
Ivory build was perched upon a rock in a perilous position. Liquid gold orbs look upon the brute present icily before responding. Salutations. That was all of a greeting he would get from her. Comatose was not a femme of many words, mind you. Occuli bore into this one, leaping down from her perch.
|
|
|
Post by Biscuit on Mar 23, 2007 17:57:08 GMT -5
Dark liquids bore back into her's. His gaze watching her everymovement. He relized that she wasn't much for talking, but nor was he So, may I ask of your calling? lyrics hissed coldly towards her. Twin towers awaited her answer
ooc:sorry for crappy post, but i am museless!
|
|
|
Post by comatose on Mar 24, 2007 12:08:44 GMT -5
Comatose tone of voice did not change; neither did pools waiver from the one before her. Plume remained wrapped around her slender form. What did this male want? A harem perhaps? Heh heh heh. Good luck, boy.
|
|
|
Post by Biscuit on Mar 24, 2007 20:31:57 GMT -5
Pleasure to meet you, Comatose. I am Black Death His gaze didn't leave her. She seemed more like she wanted to be left alone. Which didn't bother him much. Heck we all wanted to be alone. Even he did. He didn't even know why he ventured here. Probably just for some fun.
|
|
|
Post by comatose on Mar 30, 2007 9:24:55 GMT -5
Tiara nodded curtly toward the caliph. Physique contorted, chasms narrowing in a habit of hers. Harridan simply waited for the lord's next move. If there was to be one, that is. Perhaps he would just slink away, cranium down and pendulum between his stilts.
|
|
|
Post by Biscuit on Apr 1, 2007 14:21:37 GMT -5
Lovely day for a chat right, well this wench wasn't up for a talk, that I could see. Did her really want someone like this in his harem. Possibly, but she would have to prove herself to him. He could already tell that she didn't want him here, but then again most of the wenches here didn't want to be around. He gave a "shrug" and stepped closer to the femme. His kissers pulled back into a smirk. Well aren't we talkative. He stated mocking her.
|
|