.before you leave ... take this with you.

**as other ingresses 'pon terre o' pandemonium, pistons shift and assemble to direct virago in the direction of the unknown femmina. as the opinions of nightmare are voiced, a new facade slides o'er the patrician countenance and argentine bodice of the lonely soloist. lappets melt back'ards into shatter'd poll, instantly disappearing into tormented dance o' silken tapestry. simultaneously, writhing labrums ascend in hostile snarl, flashing ivories sharply contrasting 'gainst scorch'd muzzle. solitaire dagger elevated from terra firma, only to strike, hissing, into the virgin earth beneath, biting deep**

.well, well.

.what have we here?.

**hmm. tell me, just what have you been eating recently, to experience such grossly false illusions? or is it just a grotesquely overinflated ego that makes you think that the world depends on your O So Venerable Presence? what are you, a twisted Fountain of Youth? in your sadly demented mind, tell me, do you really believe that all darkness springs from you and your vile blood, and that all must savor of your stupidity in order to ascend to greatness? oh, pardon me for destroying your candyland fantasy, but the less i see of you, the better i feel. you make me nauseous, and that is not exactly high praise. i'm sorry, but simply because you chose only to be spasmodically loyal and did not rejoin us after merely a small setback in the rise of havoc does not mean that we are all pining away for your revered attendance**

.that's right, leave.

**snap of deadly earnest is placed within hair-breadth distance of other's pelt, what almost might be dubbed a 'growl' in the makings. twin pools of eerie wrath display furious pyre raging within, but external coolness is flawless, impeccable. reason still holds the throne o' dominance within her mind, but righteous anger whispers in the monarch's lobe. mayhap you do hold a shred of cowardly sense, which you showed by leaving instantaneously. i am ever so sorry you could not linger longer in these realms: i am sure you would have met a much more ... hearty welcome. so suddenly as you arrived, i am afraid we had no time to plan a reception...now, i am afraid i must simply bid you a very - regretful adieu. the shattered jest of a smirk flits 'cross wrathful features, a bitter retort thrust forth into the soul of the other. goodbye...good riddance**

.scorn.

**not troubling to hide her caustic disdain for this imbecilic femmina, the sole vocalist emits a sharp snort, tossing regal crania up'ards in contempt. a more moderate utterance is given to veil of tears in acknowledgment before slim pistons churn to carry virago away from the spot marking where the idiot had entered. anger smolders, then declines, though spirit yet flames. unshod razors maim th' earth beneath in contained temper, and as countenance is lower'd to emerald shoots beneath, ivories slash the edible substances with uncharacteristic savagery, though it now surfaces in benign fashions. vista elevated 'top ruffled boa, casting a reassured glance o'er the worthy cadre, before decapitation o' vegetation continues with more subdued actions**

~siren~