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Subject: Bloody @---,


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Alzena
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Date Posted: 21:35:40 06/29/05 Wed
In reply to: Gaufi 's message, "Fire within" on 21:01:02 06/29/05 Wed


Pleased in her pet's actions once more, Alzena gave a soft purr, petting continued for a time before stopping to set out and towards her home away from home. Heels clipping on the warehouse floor then fading to nothingness as she moved farther and farther away...
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Leaving the main downtown area, the asian demoness/hybrid moved with grace and skill through the shadows that cried to claim their next prey, but not tonight...no tonight her pet was save upon her arm, weary as he maybe. Smirk upon painted lips of blood optics of honey shimmering with glee at her prize. Steps taken swiftly and now sooner then a blink the falcon would find himself and his master before a large oak ladden door. A simple thought of the mind and the door swung open. Baring the contents of the of the witches surroundings. A dark enterior, light by many red and black burning candles was seen. Sofa in one corner and a looking glass in another, no modern equipment seen...by the naked eye. Cameras were stationed around though to many they looked to be mirrors or just decoration among the ceiling. The smell of spices could be smelt from the kitchen were one of the humans she brainwashed for the day cooked. Oh she didn't have any real slaves or pets, merely people she borrowed for the day for their tallent then sent home after a nice snack.

Farther down one would find a bathroom ladden in candles just like the entry room and kitchen, only these a more maroonish red. The scent of spiced apples strong here. A shower and tub the most modern viewed, though fresh as if never used. The guest/slave rooms were on the side bare save a simple bed and small bathrooms and closet. They were small prison cells, more comfy then a real jail of course.

Two rooms remained...the first her masterbedroom ladden in crimsons and black hues, silk and perfume. This was her domain and any that dare to enter here had better have a death wish. The final room was the one in which she stopped before. Standing before it she spoke, "Welcome home." And with that the door flew upon.


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