Post by fantasma on Feb 8, 2006 22:52:52 GMT -5
...Ouse-o arriscar demais fecha?...
Faster. Farther. When does time end? Twin zeniths met as one atop her poll. Appendai swung the carcass of the ess gallantly amongst the eerie darkness. Pendulum ablaze 'hind the form of the she. Salmons flared slightly, wafting the musk of rotting flesh upon the terrains of claimence. Labrums filtered the atmosphere curiously. Dreaded pools of hued charcoal peered beneath her enflamed tresses. Inquisitivly viewing the many that littered the earths space. Daggers clutched the unworthy sod beneath in anger. The breath of the she came shallow and quick. In. Out. In. Out. Everglades atop her curvature became one with the wind. Slicing. Killing. Wipping the atmosphere that surrounded the rotting corpse of the devil herself. Yes? Damn right, if you'd be lucky you would escape out alive in one piece.
Curvature took an immaculate stance of eerie fortitude. Arching, lusitano lined mug held with ease against her diaphragm. Plume whisked dully to and fro 'cross her flanks. Creating the new and everlasting bondage that marked her pelt. Her flanks. Her bodice. Streaking for each love past and future. You only reming me of how time I've wasted on you. Enough was enough. Taken to an unruly anger, fire burned within an out of control bitch on the hunt for her next kill. Low, eerie tunes alofted from the vocals of the demoness. Calling on all who dared her angered presence amongst their harems. Their homes. Not just yet though my petty brutes. Who said I wanted a home in which I would rule along your side. Only in your dreams bud. And this is where your worst nightmares becme reality. There is no turning back. All who dare try, must suffer their consequences. She would win. Mind over matter. Taken by sheer force would only end in havoc. Don't waste your breath all lovey dovey and attempt to sweep me off my feet. Many have tried a failed, we wouldn't want to see your name in the orbituaries next would we?
A forward motion persisted. Allowing her form to glide effortlessly 'cross the charred configurations. Titaniums marking her trail. Gripping and releasing the parched dirt beneath. Casting gloomy frowns 'top the topography. All would hear the moans as the earth shook in fright and terror. Oh yes they would. Iridescent bulk accenting the darkness that surrounded the minx. 1,2,1,2...Titaniums struck the loam as she wove throughout the canopied leverage. Sepentine crouched to meet the earths encarsement to avoid branches snaking towards her dome. Limbs arose and fell stifly, continuing to pass her forward motion on. Farther. Deeper. Farther. Faster. Little caution worried the jezebell as she continued to persist forward.
...Ouse-o cochichar meu nome?...
Nasal passages flared, a stench wafted her scent. Darkning to a deep rougen tint. Could such bold scent belong to her keeper? The one who would fit it all. The gate keeper to her mind? Her soul? Her darkened spirit? Such nonsense that would be. No one could ever tame the roaming spirit within. Ha, a wry cackly uplifted from the banshe at the thought. Not one would ever try. Not by force, nor by trust. Never. Duos arose within a mere millimeter atop her crescent. A movement. From beyong the depths of hell. Who goes there? Her silent rasp was heard. Who would go by disturbing her leisure stroll throughout the lairs of claimence? Such idiotic fools. Show thyself at once. Seductionaries narrowed to a near squint. Searching the lithosphere 'round herself. Charcoal imaged opticals of pent up anger searched and searched. Nothing.
Ivory barbs stained of a crimsoned hue revealed from their pouch. Labrums curled back menacingly, reaveling her grotesque stained dentals. Warding off all who dare gather the courage to approach the skank. Alabaster tinted tassles lay still across her flanks. Atop her cranium. Aside her curvature. Nothing. The breathing of the she became shallow once more. Movements halting. Standing ever so still. The only movements that could be seen were the shallow breaths taken by the vix. Apex arose, a sudden shriek erupted from the carrying's of the she. Fuck these mind games, come one come all. Step up to the plate... if you dare. The sudden outburst of the wench surprised even herself. Such pathetic actions begging for attention. Darn right. Nasals quivered as a sharp snort exited her in a rush. Come. Come. A smirk of mischief plastered upon her doll like appearence. Daring them forth. Just come to me. You know you want to. Like a trance, they were pulled in. One by one they would be taken out. What fun this will be.
...Quer jogar meus jogos?...
ooc: shitty crappy icky post...i can do better
