Post by venomous on Jul 30, 2006 1:55:37 GMT -5
figurine of pearl tread lazily as pillars carried the heavy mass of the temptress. obsidians imprinting her of her once presence as she trod by the aqua's clearing. all was still lose and bubbling, yet patches of crystal ice would cover the motionless aqua. reflection of the temptress pelt glared back at her as nature's mirror imitated the forms and curves of Venomous Muse. what was looking back at her was just a huntress, stained...cursed with the peltage of angels, scarred with springs of battles, crimson baked incisions from the caesar that she had walk away from. foolish caesar, skull hissed as imagery past through the souls of the temptress as memory of not to long replayed in the faculities. there was no regrets; she had just overcome what some wenchs would never dare to do: forsake their place, and take on a farewell to a caesar such as Political Ways. she knew not what would happen; she would not give a worry about it. crystal dust days would be past, whether she would be in a sight of another demon or not.
OOC: opened to anyone...ye be warned, she won't be in a tranquil mood lol
OOC: opened to anyone...ye be warned, she won't be in a tranquil mood lol
