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Date Posted: 18:20:40 06/14/05 Tue
The accursed female slinks forth, movements similiar to a bloodthirsty panther stalking its unsuspecting prey, fathomless eyes - the color of spilt blood - seeming to constantly flicker with the fires of Hell. Satanically gorgeous features are clearly an emotionless mask, ashen labrums twisted in no such way that even the tiniest hint of an expression could be seen. Cast'd shadows from the canopy of trees within the dark abyss of the forest in which she lurked play across her carcass. A cold wind enraptures dark tresses and skitters down spinal cord - at the same time uttering a blood-curdling howl similiar to the moon-worshiper's own. Leaves crackle and crunch beneath the demoness's weight - it seemed to be their own way of crying out in agony from being stepped on, tattered and torn from the vampiress's scabrous, crimson stained hooves. Long and sinewy pistons churn to carry feminine corpse onward, muscles rippling beneath taut flesh - as black as a starless midnight sky save the scars running up and down hide. Ink-stained spikes are pinned against skull, buried tightly beneath a grave of ebony tapestry, clearly labeling her as hostile. Only when animation ceases does she allow a sound to escape - and 'tis not even a single word, or even an equine cry of greeting, like many did when they entered a foreign domicile for the first time - 'tis a menacing growl - almost canine-like in sound, though clearly from Hell in origin. At the same time, the she-devil's teeth are revealed - certainly not your regular, every-day, blunt equine teeth - rather slightly sharpened at the tips and stained with the blood of those unfortunate ones who had made the foolish mistake of provoking her. Audible snapping sounds are heard as the shrew's jaw unhinges and then clashes together once again, flame-licked ooids narrowing within their chambers as a fore-dagger is lifted only to fall once again and to be harshly raked across the terra floor, adding yet another scar to Mother Earth's already tattered and torn complexion. Eyes that were layered with a thick coat of animosity scan the scene layed out before her, a cruel smirk of complete and utter arrogance finding its way upon demonically stunning features, charred whip cracking violently against battle-tested haunches. Flame-licked ooids shift within two dark chambers of endless nothingness, hate-filled gaze searching the foreign land for her "lover", Reveille. The demonic brute had led her here - and she had been stupid enough to follow; might as see why he thought this kingdom was so great - so far she didn't see any reason to think so.
FLAMES O' HELL
DEMONESS
ARABIAN
HEART AND HIDE PAINTED BLACK
FIFTEEN POINT THREE HANDS
EIGHT YEARS OLD
CHAINED TO REVEILLE |
(ooc: Ugh...crappy post, I know - trying to get back in the swing of things.)
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