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[Eclipse]

The Domonesa Strode forth along the geo formaton. Optics scanned the veiws about her, at the new surroudings, she had come, so far. She was a Satan's offspring, and had traveled lightly through the mountains west of lemoresa. She had heard of this place before, and had started a quest away from her birthlands here. The dark over lords owned the empire, and she knew it had been time, to move on.

Apex held in a slight arabic stance as she elegantly flashed along the typo loam. It had grown softer, but she hadent noticed. her daggers were as tougher than bullet proof glass. Her mirrors seemed to suck in the souls of others, but be a one way door, a one way mirror. You could look through it, but not see the inside of her soul, only blankness. If You stared into her, you seemed to drift in, then be caged their for eternity, in the firey pits of hell.

Braces chruned as she looked about her. Auddits lace forth, making her a true sight in her Buckskin Cloacking. Nape arched, mug carrying the frame to a slight curved tip. Optics of onyx were one ways, always looking about for more souls to once iincage as did many others. She could hear no shouting, their souls had become her workers, she was now prone to sickness. Her heart never beated, she was souless, and had no use for one, she did not have feelings, only hate she possesed, hate, and putrid revenge. Optics Looked About her, She Wonderd if she would ever know a partner in crime, one she could understand. She was darkhearted, but could use a trustworthy partner to help her only if wanted, she usually managed herself, she would see what shall happen.

[Sashe]

A ebonite hued hellion slowly stopped chewing on dried blades miles away. His flaring nares took in the scent of a new minx. And not a weak one, not a light one. Those were two very certain thing. He swallowed the few blades resting on his tongue and lifted his apex, his lifeless lamps showing a hint of something else than life. Perhaps lights would call it insanity, perhaps darks would call it madness. But he called it nothing. He just knew it was there and wouldn't leave him alone. And did he even want it to? Ah, sometimes it felt good, horrible, to know you were different from all the other. The glint forever remaining there, in his chasms, in his mind, in his soul.

Creatures didn't got quiet as he passed by, for there were no living beings left to make noise, or become silent as a presence so known to them came close. His pistons made soft, almost unhearable thuds as the bastard ingressed in his own calm, wicked way. Gliding, almost. He knew where to go to. Even when there had not been a Mountain where every banshee went, he could have followed this scent wherever the owner of it went.

Finally his bottomless pools catched sight of her, standing there, alone. His labrums formed a thin line, they always did, he hardly even showed his emotion, if he had any. He slowed down untill he stood still in front of the dark dryad.

Nares flared, pistons rising and falling in a fluid motion, as if to punish the very loam he tred upon. Harks melted flat against his scull, seering glare set upon the banche. Jawls clenched in rage, a waste of time yes. Foolish nymphs, nothign but a drag on the species, a meir incubator, unless they prove themselfs.


Lo wench I be Sashe, lord of Desque. Move now, you are mine. Other lowly forms of scumm make your leave now, you are meek and unwanted. You bytch will return as my queen, dare you protest? That shall be a mortal mistake. Spit your dubbance now!

He sneered distastfully, a sly smirk linnign his mug. Sarcasm tipped his wording, braces begining to churn once more. Form traced a circle around the incubator, a fine specimine yes...

[Eclipse]

a Sudden rage Flooded Her Crimson in a rage at the Brute. Dare He think he may have her off a whim? He had nothing to prove That She could become His toy. His Offer Pleased her, But, She wasent going without a reason.

Optics Blazed a firey Hell as she Bounded towards the heavens above. Pores Struck the Sunlit Dawn as a petrifying rasp escaped her vocals in a harsh crule tone. Her Fury Pumped throughout her lines as she struck harder, wilder. She Was Prooving she meant business, and nothing but.

Daggers landed with a silent thudd and her whip lashed about her rump. The Silver Tresses Caressing her gleaming, Attractive pelt. Her appearence could attract that of any alliance, But her heart would only posses one mere Sorce, Hell. a Loud, Shreiking melody hued the bright dawn in her song of rage. She was questioning the dark beast before her, and wanted answers.

I Shalt Not Spit a Word Of My Herritage To You Wench. Give Me a true reson as to why I should Become Your Queen. I love your offer, and only Need but some good Firey Reasons as to Why I Shouldnt terminate your Luster. I Have not time for foolish Questions. Give Me a reason!

Her grooling fire burned her pump as her alabaster raged. Pillars Planted firm with her Groomsome strings. Drapery Fled over her Dial, carressing her onyx veiws. they Were burning crimson in the pupil, but was veiled by the silver masking. Her Pillar Struck out at the typo, she grew impatcient. she was becoming slightly aggitated, and every passing moment grew her rage farther, soon, she would be one with the Breeze again as she spat out her all fire hell rasp. He best respond quick, and soon. he would become in grave danger, she hadent time, nor patcience, she was bore or lethal poision.

[Sashe]

Stupid bytch, the thoughts rang in his putrid mind, a mind none shall desire. Visage was cast of stone, the wenches actions unphasing. He was slightly amused, however she shall soon learn of his wrath....as soon as he left theese worthless parts. The lands of pregnant dogs, sluts of the speicies. His glare remaned pinned to the wench he now owend, all his. No bastard shall lay their unworthy paw upon her flesh, the flesh of his queen only.

Labriums curled as the minx strode foward, how he wished to tear that coral muscel from her trapts, sparing him from the words of annoyance. He cared not what she had to spit, for now that was. Cords colloded with the loam, low grunts sounding. The stuble flick was almost unseen, asife the cords had a mind of their very own.

Nares flared as he was placed only not even a pace before. A horrid scream of warning seeped foward, braces locking in attempt to keep his rancid emotions under his firm grasp. He longed for the rouge liquid. The words of her seemed to push a sevear button with him, fores leaving the loam in a slipping motion. He came down with the force of whom perished, caused by his very being. Enamels lurched foward, grasp placed upon the tender nape. Only a sliver was taken, barrel heaving as he help the morsole. Her optics held a sence of mystery, inreaging perhapse.


Wench do not test me, your words a silly thought. The moment you spoke of my intentions, my venimous secreations fell from the coal stained kissers of I. Do not belive I bless all with my seed, hah the current residents I have stolen shall enure much more than the likes of yee. Follow now, do not waste time, for it flys before your very eyes. Down the drain, leading all to insanity.



The circle formed along his looming figure, serpintine rising from the lower reaches of the banche. Hah, such a danty morsole, so enticing. She shall serve me well, yes. Perhapse not as a tool, he had not yet decided. That was the purpose of thoose below, meek incubators.


Follow me now, to the lands of Desque. Move now, the elements here enrage me so, mixed with the scent of worthless bytches. A waste of a term they are, unwanted by all. Their crys serve as a burden to me, the tunes shredding through my very thoughts. The urn to press force upon their frames of glass grows with each moment i reside, MOVE NOW! Dare you protest once more? Your fragile frame shall shatter benith the hidious rocks now holding signature alogn the loam. Do you wish no title, a ranking of minuet?

[Eclipse]

Another protest surged about her. But, however, She thought she'd go. Then, after his last sentence she engolfed in a firery rath of rage. Then, His Vocals again stung her delecate harketts. Enamles churned as a glare of icein bellowed his very being. no time for games eh? Maybe this will work out. Business is my path, As so it seems his. he cerebrum pulsed in flooding flashes of thought. Yes, this may work out indeed.

Braces Churned as her kissers parted to release its song of hollow night once more. a spear once more pirced the putrid heavens above. Fores lashed about the scrapers in a mad attempt. he knew she meant business, and showed simmilar personalities, but she was warning him once more before she fled off with him. Not a protest, just a caution lable.

Hellion of Desque, I bid You an acceptance, however, a price may be paid to any and all whome may desire my stance as queen. if this Continues to become the lands you own, It t'will mean nothing more than a contest, and a firey rath to fight, and win. Your mixs will die before my very dagger, and your numbers will rapidly close down to I, and possibley anyt with brains to nolonger further. I mean business, and make it sure that the other bytches see to it they steer clear. this hades is a grave alreay dug. i am here, to put them into it, and see to it the never rouse.

She landed with a silent thudd atop the geo. Tresses caressing her serpentine elegantly, still with the light-like appearence. She was a hell rath, but some nieve broncs may think her a god send. But soon they would stare into her gave optics, a never ending darkness, a never ending hole, a never lasting soule. She was the hade's own, but would they know this? If not, they would learn, soon enough.

She Elegantly strode forth to the brujo. a slight nip colliding his mug. She did so slight harsh, for she had never had a bronc, only fought them. She knew no gentle, She knew no tenderness, no warmness, no love, Just revenge. That was her title. Revenge. Always in her stem, she had it planted at headquarters, and every thought fillterd threw it, making any thought slightly pleasent, warm, loving, into dark, Hatred, Icey Distruction. That was her purpose, and so shall it ever be.