| Subject: -=[Dead on its Feet]=- |
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Wednesday
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Date Posted: 12:10:22 12/01/04 Wed
In reply to:
Silence of Secrets
's message, "[.SecretsAreSilent.]" on 13:13:17 11/30/04 Tue
((OOC: Well, hee. Long posts are wonderful, I love reading. Just tell me if I get too flighty with it..I get carried away sometimes. As to Wednesday's gender, it's utterly pointless to try to figure it out. Your character's allowed to assume whatever she pleases, though, so have fun with it. ))
-=[[ A curtain of crushed velvet and lace peeled backwards as the rotted petals of a dead flower might, revealing a slender hand and forearm, stark white and rising from the creature's side. Feline grace accompanied the appendage to it's chin, where spiderkine fingers, bedecked with platinum coils and baubles galore, curled round the pointed facial attribute. Thoughtfully, the creature slowed it's steps, it's head turning so that a sepia-toned pebble was looking this femme calmly in the face. Cupid's bow lips parted, silver ring glinting maliciously upon this bottom tier-duo, and, for the first time, the creature spoke.
"Queen Alice, is it?" murmured Wednesday, quirking a brow in that most infuriatingly omnipotent manner. "A stay might, perhaps, intrigue me. For the moment, at least." It ventured once more, with a hint-beginning of a smidge of a smirk traipsing across it's countenance.
Steps curved, and one must at this point realize that it sauntered in a wide circle around the woman, exposed eye carefully turning her over. Now, that voice. What had it been? Something different, something cold. Cold and sleek, like marble, and yet heated, coiled, a boiling pot of vipers with the lid straining to release its contents. The timbre of it was delicate and hard, androgynous.
"I wonder now, if I could persuade you to walk with me for a while. Tell me of this place," It stopped there, and altered it's ever graceful course towards her."And while you're at it, you can tell me of yourself."
Slender fingers formed a steeple at it's chest, whilst the creature drew so close as to peer squarely into her face, lips still pursed in a manner that might belie its intention to speak once more..but it did not. It stood, waiting for the reply that should come.]]=-
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