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.c.o.n.t.e.m.p.l.a.t.i.o.n.
It's just one of those days...
Everyone piss off.
I'm not in the mood...

.a.c.t.i.o.n.s.
[.Pallid vampiress trudges across the domicile, sinewy appendages of ice emulsion animating 'neath bodice in a considerable pace, neither brisk nor lagging. Trailing cat o' nine tails of snow and silver pigment lashes absently against muscled haunches, murdering the pesky airborne vampires with little or no thought in the process, zephyr-groomed whipcords entangling 'round strong hocks. Coral knives butcher the emerald blanketed floor of the kingdom, serpentine making no effort to crest, instead hanging somewhat limp, chiseled zenith of pure Arabic descent held at it's normal height, neither high nor low. Ink-stained harks swivel atop apex for few moments, before they tilt backward, allowing themselves to become buried within the tangled nest of ghostly tapestry that sprouted from poll. Nadirs expand, cherry hued, paper-thin flesh lining the insides of louvre revealed as bitch allows several sharp puffs of carbon to leak from ventiduct and escape within the spring atmosphere, haunches rolling to allow motions to finally cease, mass evenly distributed 'pon all four suspension units as toneless banshee stands stationary 'pon the topography, diamonds gripping the rooftop of Hell below. Dark mirrors narrow, features cold and emotionless, acoustic organs remaining pinned against skull, muscles tensed 'neath snow-kissed ensemble, angry at no one in particular; it was just one of those days. Ashen kissers of rubber-like appearance flip backward, leathal weapons revealed as a feline-like hiss errupts from decayed larynx, boa snaking outward, moving sculpted brainpan from side to side slowly, similiar to that of an aggressive bull's. Liquid pools of ink shift in their cages, revealing alabaster lining as tiara rises aloft once again, louvre dilating with oxygen intake, barrel inflating and deflating as the constant role of breathing plays on like a never-ending film 'pon the big screen. Arctic gaze seems to pierce the souls of all it lands 'pon, the spikes 'pon the skull of the combative, indignant squaw remaining tight against cranial casing, boa lowered, mug nearing the vegetation below, iv'ries snapping at the emerald blades, a warning glare given t'ward any others who dare 'pproach without permission.]

[.Information.]

[devil in disguise] .dubbed. [devil in disguise]
[arabic] .lined. [arabic]
[bleached] .hue. [bleached]
[naught but real scars] .scarred. [naught but real scars]
[six years] .witnessed. [six years]
[bitch] .cursed. [bitch]
[15.2 hh] .measured. [15.2 hh]
[eminem] .romance. [eminem]
[lost sin] .offspring. [lost sin]
[eagle peak] .domain. [eagle peak]

[.Honours.]

.n.u.m.b.e.r. .t.w.o. .p.o.s.i.t.i.o.n. .o.f. .t.h.e. .t.o.p. .f.i.v.e. .h.a.r.l.o.t.s.

.q.u.e.e.n. .o.f. .e.a.g.l.e. .p.e.a.k.

.c.o.m.m.a.n.d.e.r. .p.o.s.i.t.i.o.n. .o.f. .t.h.e. .r.e.b.e.l. .k.i.n.g.d.o.m.