Fatale o' hell glances toward Duran, slight smirk upon strong facial features. Front daggers paw into blood soaked virgil soil, Against Moon Danser, sounds like the fun I haven't had in years...
As if searching for someone, she cranes her crown toward the horizon, she wondered if her distant cousin, Eternal Finality would come.. She loved bloodshed..
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