- midnight’s duel -
creature slinks forward, confronting countance of the beast, midnight’s duel. a mandate had been issued, and purposly defied. that didn’t particularly set rogue in sound frame of mind. her thoughts, orbited on a overhanging battle, were torn from strategy by this little problem. although demon held no authority in the means of rank in this house, she considered herself to be slightly more imperious than the remnant, as she took it upon herself to assert her dominance over every plane.
and rogue, not a generally tolerant mare, becoming even more so with a newly found tensions, had found an easy solution to those who distilled the life inside of her. although she carried a sharp pair of teeth and a pernicious
demeanor around her head, she was difficult to anger. but midnight’s duel had pressed her luck one too many times. you can’t play roulette without expecting to a bullet.
she had once defended midnight’s duel’s corpse, lashing at autumn and ryo for disconcerting this creature. but hearts and thoughts fade away.
hell cat launches upon robust quarters at lateral edge of midnight’s duel, although the opinion expressed from life support was to keep this beast somewhat intact, she had to reject his request. her ivories, set in a typical equine overbit, act as a vice, tearing tissue at female’s nape.
momentum coerces facade physique of spitfire into the flank of midnight’s duel, setting her off balance a bit. pliable, amply constructed arch swivels upon brawny bosom axis to assault female’s posterior, as hind quarters pivot to collide with female’s facade. surly snort ignites larnyx as it is expelled into further atmosphere.
she knew she had lost it all, lost the respect she had strived to recieve, all the honor life support had believed in her, broken. that was rogue’s downfall, the incapability to foresee the aftermath. but she wasn’t concerned with it in the present- her mind was on one track- that of spilling the blood of midnight’s duel. and all hell couldn’t stop her now.
she had laughed with the threats of crypt. she would dance on his bruised and broken physique, his blood would stain her marbalized ballasts, her single ivory stocking would be further dyed crimson for the occasion. the demons would play upon his grave.
[ ooc ] rogue has snapped. she had asked midnight’s duel not to converse with mares that had troubled her [namely autumn and ryo] and rogue only gives one warning. crypt can attack her for all i care, i will personally tell him to bring it on, and vicodin, i would recommend not getting involved, this is between rogue and midnight’s duel. i ask the same from anyone else, don not get involved. [ /ooc ]
i am something to life support
and he is something to me
i am linked to none
i am an enemy to all
- behind the scenes -
puppeteer : living dead girl
- hit me back -
email : xlivingdeadgirlx@hotmail.com
msn : xlivingdeadgirlx@hotmail.com
aim : llivingdeadgrrll
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