little eyes peer about, appalled, but somewhat unsurprised. how was it these mares could live the easy life under life support’s vigilant gaze, but once the cage is rattled, they flee like pigeons. but she never really foresaw much from them. and somehow it didn’t surprise her.
her features remain indifferent, although, behind idle labrums, argent executioners click in a display of impatience, creasing little ripples on her jaws. animosity flairs amidst her cold heart as the foolish duo confronted the captive, and pursued to show a weakness behind the war paint. idiots. rogue slightly pondered just who let these two eat paint chips when they were young. stupid. stupid. stupid. might as well go and tell the ‘almighty’ crypt himself their battle plan. asinine did not even begin to describe these two.
pithy prints compel a stalwart physique in a indifferent caper, dragging in such a way to leave trench like canals in the mud, that soon enough inundated with subterranean rain. and vicodin. attempting to release the captives? oh that sounds like a good idea... brilliant. who thought of that for you? crypt himself? most likely. blunt snort ravages through parabolic nostrils as lobes decline to curled coils. and does no once else identify the heretic?
and life support. he knew he had her full advocation. she would most certainly battle by his side. and for the sake of conversation, say he choose not to, she, although disapprovingly, would be at rest with his judgment. he had done far to much for her, and it was her intention to travel to hell in a handbasket, if he so wanted her too. boxy operculum encounters his wither, although no words escape her mind, he would know what she was about. female wished to converse with him at a later date, when all is quiet, about something that had been on her mind for quite some time. but it would wait.
pylons meander in an almost masculine swagger, pools peruse the lithosphere as blotch of turbid red stains the horizon. uncertain at his undeclared ingression, bold shoulder blades hoist, giving the demon a soldier-like demeanor. her curios wedge shaped dial elevated, giving her a pugnacious stature. ass kisser poignantly slapped against muscular haunches as acceleration excels, confronting brute with his appearance.
hail brute.
cold eyes observe the intruder as her own physique is stilled.
r o g u e
[ooc] ahh! sorry i ran out of time, post for everyone else tommorrow. like rogue's new layout? if anyone steals my spiralling marque, i will kill you. heh- hands off.[/ooc]
i am something to life support
and he is something to me
i am allies with none
i am an enemy to all
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