.the angel with the broken wings, the one who cannot fly. the angel who won't give in, the one that will not cry. the angel with the blackest heart, the one who flames consume. the angel who is always lone, in the shadows she does loom. the angel who is not afraid, to hurt and kill alike. the angel who is easily pissed, the one that you won't like.

.avian species rise from the canopy, obviously startled by the unknown presence below. lusus of ashen emulsion navigates forth, making way through dense overgrowth abruptly. agile frame sashays forth, presently overhead phoebus scintillates againest ebon epidermis. twin zeniths oscillate vigilantly atop chisled cranium, darkened optics scan opposing ungulates within ambiance. defiant aria vibrates from vocals, evacuating into the humid climate. ah what a nice place. that is, if you are white trash. oh well it suits me just dandy, plus this is only the lobby of the hotel... can't wait to see the 'rooms' just kidding! don't you just love my sense of humor? memorize it, cause it will be the most you will see for a long time. I am not all peaches and cream, I do have a darker side and believe me... its not pretty! Promenades forth, dial elevated in gesticulation of soveriegnity. But on the contrary to what you may think, there was no threat to those of higher rank. She was born into royalty, it came naturally... she was oblivious to it. most of the time. anyways, while I wait here in boredom for the leader to waddle her way down and send me on my merry way, lets eat! plush labarums unveil stained enamels, making their way to 'mow' the emerald rubbish beneath she-beast.