Post by Catastrophe on Jul 18, 2006 1:45:10 GMT -5
[Sorry about the wait. I had no muse and no mood to rp for a while. This post'll probably suck]
Thine wench stepped upon thy topography. Darkend voids scrape 'cross thine surroundings. A rushing sigh escaped from caves, her voids rolling to the back of her skull before returning to view. She was truely curious whether she had made the right choice or not to turn to these lands with this particular mutt. He may have said he walks with thine tainted, but she had her doubts and second guesses.
High set whips lash thus way and this, striking down offending creatures. She lifed her jaws unto thy atmosphere, caves flaring to take a drag of thick atmosphere, testing to see whom was residing here. There was the mutt whom had laid with worthless claim over her, and a single to double dose of estrogen. There was also a scent hitting to the presence of another mutt, long gone, but having been there none-the-less.
Her skull was tossed, having broken herself from her musings. Well, might as well let them know of her arrival. Her bloodied tendrils danced 'long her serptine, swarthy and teasing. Her skull tilted back, dragging in a sharp breath, a sharp bugle emitted from her jaws. Skull was returned to it's proper place, placing high upon her severly arched serptine. Pikes melding thus way and this, listening to the echo of her own call. How empty twas. She shook her skull once more, albeit, more slowly. How could she have agreed to this. Though, she could be in more trouble, would she not have accepted and become a rogue once more. damn control freaks and their greed.
Thine wench stepped upon thy topography. Darkend voids scrape 'cross thine surroundings. A rushing sigh escaped from caves, her voids rolling to the back of her skull before returning to view. She was truely curious whether she had made the right choice or not to turn to these lands with this particular mutt. He may have said he walks with thine tainted, but she had her doubts and second guesses.
High set whips lash thus way and this, striking down offending creatures. She lifed her jaws unto thy atmosphere, caves flaring to take a drag of thick atmosphere, testing to see whom was residing here. There was the mutt whom had laid with worthless claim over her, and a single to double dose of estrogen. There was also a scent hitting to the presence of another mutt, long gone, but having been there none-the-less.
Her skull was tossed, having broken herself from her musings. Well, might as well let them know of her arrival. Her bloodied tendrils danced 'long her serptine, swarthy and teasing. Her skull tilted back, dragging in a sharp breath, a sharp bugle emitted from her jaws. Skull was returned to it's proper place, placing high upon her severly arched serptine. Pikes melding thus way and this, listening to the echo of her own call. How empty twas. She shook her skull once more, albeit, more slowly. How could she have agreed to this. Though, she could be in more trouble, would she not have accepted and become a rogue once more. damn control freaks and their greed.
