never mess with fire or you could just be burnt
05-26-2013, 10:04 AM
victory such bitter taste, and yet so sweet upon the crimson tongue, as the sheer taste of her opponent would run, still warm, down the banshee's ravenous throat. her breast would heave in sheer frenzy as they would pull away, her slithering tongue caressing the line of the bloodied lips as such stinging ache would every so often peel the form of her maw, shattering it into a thousand wrinkles of ire. Since yesterday it happened; victory ran in her veins with the chaotic triumph.
she was a fire-breathing creature, a lost soul of sheer distraught, bathed in the boiling fires of hell itself, brought back by demons from her penitence, if only to torture those that had dared put her in such misery. Striding forth to the borders the strong pistons thump the ground with the elegance a woman should behold; restoring the free sensations the siren had brutally be snatched away of. It was time to put the past behind and start a new; to stop clasping those ivory fangs on the innocent and start using them against the worst. Siobhan had it all. The beauty and intellegance. For her to just waste it all away on a pitful night. But now, she will use it to her side and seek what she's looking for. A home.
the days, no doubt, had grown quieter as they passed. once the air had seemed dim, and thick, and asphyxiating against her curvaceous sides as the weight of this entire land would seem to rest upon each bone of hers, weakening her muscles, clouding her brain. It was just illusions. Illusions can get the better of most. But not Siobhan. Now now. Slightly out of there lands she'd wait for a soul to seek her out. The scent of waxy rose petals would lead the way.
she was a fire-breathing creature, a lost soul of sheer distraught, bathed in the boiling fires of hell itself, brought back by demons from her penitence, if only to torture those that had dared put her in such misery. Striding forth to the borders the strong pistons thump the ground with the elegance a woman should behold; restoring the free sensations the siren had brutally be snatched away of. It was time to put the past behind and start a new; to stop clasping those ivory fangs on the innocent and start using them against the worst. Siobhan had it all. The beauty and intellegance. For her to just waste it all away on a pitful night. But now, she will use it to her side and seek what she's looking for. A home.
the days, no doubt, had grown quieter as they passed. once the air had seemed dim, and thick, and asphyxiating against her curvaceous sides as the weight of this entire land would seem to rest upon each bone of hers, weakening her muscles, clouding her brain. It was just illusions. Illusions can get the better of most. But not Siobhan. Now now. Slightly out of there lands she'd wait for a soul to seek her out. The scent of waxy rose petals would lead the way.
05-29-2013, 02:25 PM
06-01-2013, 02:00 PM
The high octive of another would trace the visage before twisting its way into the lobes of the devil. What an interesting looking wolf. Its as if she has the markings of a deer on one of the hind legs. But is her personality as interesting as she looks? silence, some would say, is the most precious song for one?s soul to feel. And yet for this femme, it would seem to be far, far from it. Ever since the departation from her beloved pup shes never quite felt the same, but who could blame her.
A smile, so soft it would stay on the foreprint of the mind, innocently. But is it really? The Hell fire would bow to the two tucking in one ligement to the madonnas breasts. " Kamala..." The words would be reborn from parted more the sweet italian so seething, twisted to strive towards the two. Most would wonder how Siobhan would know the womans name.. But its simply by listening to newcomers she simply finds out. Getting back up to the regular stance the woman would watch the two, keeping a respectable distance.
"speech"
A smile, so soft it would stay on the foreprint of the mind, innocently. But is it really? The Hell fire would bow to the two tucking in one ligement to the madonnas breasts. " Kamala..." The words would be reborn from parted more the sweet italian so seething, twisted to strive towards the two. Most would wonder how Siobhan would know the womans name.. But its simply by listening to newcomers she simply finds out. Getting back up to the regular stance the woman would watch the two, keeping a respectable distance.
"speech"
06-03-2013, 08:15 PM